His eyes scanned the page. The color drained from his face immediately.
“A notice. Your father has been funneling company money into Daniel’s lifestyle while hiding it beneath consulting fees. Daniel signed false financial disclosures during our divorce. Camille helped move assets through her boutique account.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.”
He stared at me silently.
I stepped closer. “You have two options. Continue lying for them and drown alongside them, or tell the truth when the room starts asking questions.”
“She’ll destroy me.”
“No,” I said quietly. “She already has. I’m simply handing you the microphone.”
From inside the ballroom, Camille’s voice rang out brightly.
“Gift time!”
Alistair looked physically ill.
I touched his sleeve lightly.
“Wrong woman,” I whispered.
“What?”
“She thought she stole from someone weak.”
Then I walked back toward the applause.
PART 3
Camille opened lace blankets, tiny shoes, silver baby spoons engraved with Baby Mercer. Every present made her glow brighter. Every compliment made Daniel stand taller.
Then she reached for my blue box.
The atmosphere shifted before she even untied the ribbon.
Guests leaned forward curiously. Daniel crossed his arms. Camille lifted the lid with exaggerated sweetness.
“Oh, Naomi,” she said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You really shouldn’t have.”
Inside sat a framed document.
