“A misunderstanding?” my father asked.
Adrian straightened. “Serena has been emotionally unstable. Vanessa and I were trying to calm her down.”
Vanessa nodded quickly, as if my father could see her.
“She attacked me first,” she said, her voice suddenly sweet and thin. “I was terrified.”
My father went silent.
That silence was worse than shouting.
Adrian looked down at me. His eyes ordered me to agree. To save him. To protect the beautiful lie we had lived inside for three years.
I raised my chin.
My voice came out weak, but every word was clear.
“He hit me twenty times.”
Vanessa snapped, “You deserved—”
The phone gave a sharp sound.
Not from my father.
From Adrian’s pocket.
Then another.
Then another.
His phone began vibrating violently against his thigh.
Vanessa’s phone lit up on the sofa beside her.
The house phone in the hallway started ringing.
Somewhere beyond the grand staircase, a security alarm beeped once, then stopped.
Adrian looked around, suddenly irritated.
“What is happening?”
My father answered calmly.
“Exactly what she asked me to do.”
Adrian pulled out his phone. The moment he read the first notification, the blood drained from his face.
“What the hell…”
His thumb swiped fast.
Then faster.
Vanessa stood.
“Adrian?”
He ignored her.
His eyes raced across the screen.
I watched the first layer of his world peel away.
His company’s emergency board meeting had been called.
His private credit line had been frozen.
His offshore account access had been suspended.
The bank that had financed his last three acquisitions had issued an immediate default notice.
And then came the message that made his hand drop.
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