PART 4
The photograph slipped from my fingers.
For several seconds, I just stared at it lying on the hospital floor.
My mind refused to accept what my eyes were seeing.
My father.
Thomas Bennett.
The man everyone told me had died ten years ago.
The man whose funeral I attended.
The man whose ashes I held in my hands.
Standing beside Nathan Pierce.
Alive.
Smiling.
And the date on the back of the photograph made my entire body go cold.
Taken six months ago.
Six months.
My father had been alive six months ago.
And Nathan knew.
I picked up the photograph again with shaking hands.
There was no mistake.
The face was older. The hair was thinner. There were more wrinkles around his eyes.
But it was him.
My father.
The same man who taught me how to ride a bicycle.
The same man who used to make pancakes every Sunday morning.
The same man who disappeared from my life when I was thirty-two.
The same man I had buried.
Or at least…
the same man I thought I had buried.
My phone rang.
I looked at the screen.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
But something inside me told me to answer.
“Hello?”
For a few seconds, there was only silence.
Then a voice spoke.
A voice I hadn’t heard in ten years.
“Olivia.”
My knees almost gave out.
Because I knew that voice.
“Dad?”
The word came out as a whisper.
A painful, impossible whisper.
“Don’t say my name too loudly,” he said.
I covered my mouth.
Tears filled my eyes.
“You’re alive.”
“I’m sorry.”
That was the first thing he said.
Not hello.
Not I missed you.
I’m sorry.
“Where are you?”
“I can’t tell you.”
My heart broke.
“Dad, I spent ten years believing you were gone.”
“I know.”
“Mom died thinking you abandoned us.”
“I know.”
“Then why?”
Silence.
A long, painful silence.
Then he said:
“Because Nathan Pierce was never the man you thought he was.”
The same name.
Again.
Nathan.
My husband.
My father’s disappearance.
The hospital secrets.
Everything was connected.
“How long have you known him?”
“Longer than you.”
I closed my eyes.
“Tell me the truth.”
“I tried to protect you.”
“By letting me marry him?”
Another silence.
That silence hurt more than any answer.
My father finally spoke.
“Olivia, listen carefully. Nathan cannot know that I contacted you.”
I looked around my apartment.
The place Nathan and I shared.
The place I once thought was safe.
“Why?”
“Because if he knows I’m alive, he will come after both of us.”
My breathing became shallow.
“Dad… what did Nathan do?”
Before he could answer, another voice interrupted.
A woman.
“Thomas, we have to go.”
My blood froze.
Someone was with him.
“Who is that?”
My father lowered his voice.
“I don’t have time.”
“Dad!”
“One thing before I hang up.”
“What?”
“Do not trust anyone around Nathan.”
The call ended.
I stood there holding the phone.
Completely frozen.
Then I heard something.
A sound from behind me.
A door closing.
I slowly turned.
Nobody was there.
But my front door was slightly open.
I was sure I had locked it.
My heart started pounding.
Someone had been inside.
I walked carefully toward the living room.
Nothing appeared missing.
My laptop was there.
My jewelry was there.
My wallet was untouched.
Whoever entered wasn’t looking for valuables.
They were looking for something.
I searched my desk.
My investigation files.
Gone.
The copies of Nathan’s financial records.
Gone.
Someone knew.
Someone had broken into my home and taken the evidence.
Then I noticed something else.
A small white envelope sitting on my kitchen table.
My hands trembled as I opened it.
Inside was a note.
Only one sentence.
You should have listened when Nathan told you not to move.
I dropped the paper.
Because whoever left that message…
was inside the hospital office.
They knew everything.
The next morning, I went back to St. Catherine’s.
Not as Nathan Pierce’s wife.
Not as someone looking for answers.
But as someone who was finally ready to uncover the truth.
Detective Hayes met me in the parking garage.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.
“I need answers.”
He looked exhausted.
“Olivia, this case is bigger than your husband.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
He handed me a file.
“Three years ago, we investigated suspicious deaths connected to the hospital.”
I opened it.
Patient names.
Dates.
Medical reports.
Then I saw something familiar.
L. Monroe.
The same name from Nathan’s missing file.
“Who was she?”
Detective Hayes looked at me.
“She was a whistleblower.”
“About what?”
“About a program inside the hospital.”
“What program?”
He hesitated.
Then said:
“A program that manipulated medical records and insurance claims.”
I felt sick.
“Why would doctors do that?”
“Money.”
My stomach tightened.
“But Nathan saves lives.”
Detective Hayes gave me a sad look.
“Olivia, good people can do terrible things when they believe they are untouchable.”
I looked at the file.
“How is my father connected?”
Detective Hayes became quiet.
Then he said:
“Your father was the first person who discovered it.”
My entire world shifted.
“My father?”
“He was the hospital’s financial director fifteen years ago.”
I remembered.
My father worked with hospitals.
He always said he hated corruption.
“He found evidence,” Hayes continued.
“Before he could expose it, he disappeared.”
I shook my head.
“But everyone said he died.”
Hayes looked away.
“That’s what Nathan wanted everyone to believe.”
The words hit me.
“Nathan faked my father’s death?”
“We believe he helped cover it up.”
I sat down.
The man I married had not just betrayed me.
He had destroyed my family.
For years.
Then Detective Hayes received a phone call.
His expression changed.
“What?”
He listened.
Then looked at me.
“Olivia, we have a problem.”
“What happened?”
He lowered the phone.
“Nathan Pierce was released.”
My heart stopped.
“How?”
“His lawyers convinced the court the evidence was obtained improperly.”
I stood.
“He’s free?”
Hayes nodded.
“And he knows you’re investigating.”
My phone rang.
This time, I recognized the number.
Nathan.
I stared at it.
After everything…
After the lies…
After the betrayal…
I answered.
“Hello, Nathan.”
His voice was calm.
Almost gentle.
“Olivia.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to explain.”
I laughed softly.
“Explain what? The fake wife? The secret files? My father being alive?”
There was silence.
Then Nathan said something that made my blood run cold.
“You think I’m the villain.”
“You are.”
“No, Olivia.”
His voice became serious.
“You have no idea what your father did.”
I froze.
“What?”
“My entire life was destroyed because of him.”
I gripped the phone.
“What are you talking about?”
Nathan whispered:
“Ask your father why he abandoned you.”
The call ended.
I stood there.
Confused.
Angry.
Broken.
Because now I had two choices.
Believe the husband who betrayed me…
or believe the father who disappeared.
And for the first time in ten years…
I wondered if maybe the truth was not as simple as I thought.
That night, I received another message.
This time from my father.
Only three words:
Meet me alone.
And beneath it was an address.
An old abandoned building outside Boston.
The place where everything began.
The place where I would finally learn…
why my father disappeared.
And why Nathan Pierce destroyed my life.
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