Part 2
The black drive opened with Daniel’s birthday and mine.
Inside were recordings, contracts, bank transfers, private messages, and a video file labeled: IF I DIE.
I almost couldn’t press play.
Daniel appeared on screen in our kitchen, hair messy, tie loosened, eyes tired.
“Mara,” he said, “if you’re watching this, they finally moved against me.”
I covered my mouth.
He explained everything. Voss Meridian, his family’s construction empire, had been laundering money through fake safety contracts. Victor handled the accounts. Evelyn pressured witnesses. Daniel had been gathering proof for federal prosecutors.
“I wanted to tell you after the wedding,” he said. “Not before. I wanted one perfect day with you.”
Tears blurred his face.
Then his voice sharpened. “They think you’re soft. Let them. They think you’re only my bride. They don’t know you were the best forensic litigation analyst Mason & Vale ever had.”
That was the first time I laughed after he died.
It sounded broken.
But it was real.
Evelyn and Victor grew careless because they thought grief had made me stupid.
They sent flowers with no card.
They sent a doctor to declare me emotionally unstable.
They sent a lawyer with documents giving them control of Daniel’s estate “for my protection.”
I signed nothing.
Victor visited again, wearing a gray suit and a predator’s smile.
“Still pretending you matter?” he asked.
I was standing by then, one hand gripping a cane.
“You came all this way to insult an injured woman?”
“I came to give you one last chance.” He placed a check on my table. “Ten million. Disappear.”
I looked at the number.
Then at him.
“Daniel was worth more.”
