Chapter 7
The first time I met Victor Hale, I thought he was exactly the kind of man I didn't want near my business.
He spoke too confidently.
Promised extraordinary returns.
And seemed offended whenever I asked ordinary questions.
During our introduction, he had told me he could double the value of my company within two years.
I asked how.
He smiled.
"Creative financing."
I had smiled back.
"I prefer honest financing."
He laughed.
I didn't.
After that meeting, I told Jasmine I wasn't interested in his services.
She accused me of being stubborn.
I told her I had survived twenty-eight years in business without gambling with other people's livelihoods.
Now, nearly two years later, I was discovering that Victor had found another route into my finances.
Through my wife.
And possibly through my stepdaughter.
The day after Jasmine's interrupted call, Rebecca informed me that investigators had begun reviewing the financial records.
We were instructed to preserve relevant documents and avoid interfering with the process.
I agreed.
Then Maya asked to speak with me.
She looked nervous when she entered my study.
"Arthur, can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
She sat across from me.
"Are you divorcing Mom?"
I took a slow breath.
"I haven't made the final decision yet. But we're living separately, and I've spoken to a family lawyer."
Her eyes filled with tears.
"Does that mean I'm losing you too?"
The question broke my heart.
I had known Maya since she was sixteen.
Her biological father had been absent for most of her life.
When I married Jasmine, I had promised Maya that I would treat her fairly.
I had helped her study for exams.
Taught her to change a tire.
Attended her college graduation.
And stayed up with her when she cried over her first serious breakup.
I looked at her.
"Do you think I stopped caring about you because I'm angry with your mother?"
She shrugged.
"Mom says you're going to cut us both off."
I sighed.
"Maya, you're an adult now. Your relationship with me doesn't have to depend entirely on my marriage to your mother."
She stared at me.
"Really?"
"Really."
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"But I haven't exactly been a good stepdaughter."
I nodded.
"There are things you need to take responsibility for."
She looked down.
"I know."
"You let your grandmother do work you were capable of doing."
"I know."
"And you ignored how tired she looked."
Maya began crying.
"I was selfish."
I didn't argue.
Sometimes people needed to say the truth out loud.
Then I leaned forward.
"But you've started making changes."
She wiped her eyes.
"I want to keep changing."
I smiled gently.
"Then keep going."
She looked toward the hallway.
"Grandma says she wants to teach me how to cook her Sunday chicken."
I laughed.
"Then you're in for a serious education."
Maya smiled through her tears.
For a moment, she looked like the teenager I had first met.
Not the spoiled young woman who had been sitting comfortably while my mother washed her clothes.
Someone who still had time to become better.
That afternoon, Lorraine called.
She sounded upset.
"Arthur, Jasmine has been arguing with Victor."
I sat straighter.
"How do you know?"
"She came home crying. She said he stopped answering her calls."
I frowned.
"Did she explain why?"
"She says he owes her money."
I closed my eyes.
"How much?"
"She wouldn't tell me."
Lorraine hesitated.
"Arthur, I think he convinced her to invest in something she didn't understand."
I looked at the company documents spread across my desk.
"That's possible."
Lorraine began crying.
"I don't know who my daughter has become."
I swallowed.
I wanted to comfort her.
But I couldn't pretend everything was fine.
"She needs independent legal advice," I said.
"I told her."
"Good."
Lorraine paused.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"If Jasmine takes responsibility, would you consider forgiving her?"
I looked toward the window.
Outside, the trees were beginning to change color.
I thought about Mom.
Her swollen hands.
Her trembling voice.
The rent payments.
The false documents.
Then I answered carefully.
"Forgiveness and reconciliation aren't the same thing."
Lorraine became quiet.
"I may eventually forgive what Jasmine has done. But that doesn't mean I can trust her as my wife again."
She sighed.
"I understand."
After the call, I sat for a long time.
The truth was becoming clearer.
Victor may have manipulated Jasmine.
But Jasmine had still made choices.
She had lied to me.
Taken money from my mother.
Made Evelyn feel unwanted.
And involved Maya in paperwork she didn't understand.
Being deceived by Victor would not erase the harm she had caused.
Two weeks later, the financial investigation took a major turn.
Authorities obtained additional records connecting Victor's business to the questionable transfers.
Natalie identified payments routed through several vendor accounts.
Some appeared to have been used for legitimate services.
Others had no verified business purpose.
The suspicious transactions were being investigated as possible fraud.
Rebecca explained the process carefully.
"Arthur, this will take time."
I nodded.
"I know."
"There may be interviews, subpoenas, and court proceedings."
"Understood."
"And you need to prepare for the possibility that Jasmine faces legal consequences."
I looked down.
"I already have."
But saying it didn't make it easy.
That evening, my mother found me alone in the kitchen.
I was staring at an untouched plate of food.
She sat beside me.
"You're worrying again."
I laughed weakly.
"Is it that obvious?"
She smiled.
"You've had the same worried face since you were seven."
I looked at her.
"Mom, what if I was wrong about everything?"
She frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"What if I should have noticed sooner? What if I should have protected you better?"
She took my hand.
"Arthur, I raised you to be responsible. Not to believe you can control every person's choices."
I swallowed.
She continued.
"You found out what was happening. And you acted."
I nodded slowly.
"That's what matters now."
Then she leaned closer.
"And remember, sweetheart, you don't have to solve everything alone."
I hugged her.
For the first time in weeks, I let myself cry without trying to hide it.
The next morning, Daniel called.
His voice was urgent.
"Arthur, we have a problem."
I sat upright.
"What happened?"
"Victor's business accounts are being examined. But before access was restricted, someone attempted another payment using old vendor information."
My stomach tightened.
"Was it successful?"
"No."
"Who attempted it?"
"We're still confirming."
Then Daniel lowered his voice.
"Arthur, the payment request referenced an account associated with Jasmine."
I closed my eyes.
"When?"
"Yesterday."
Yesterday.
After Jasmine had called me crying.
After she claimed Victor had betrayed her.
I felt sick.
Because I couldn't tell whether my wife was trying to escape a bad situation.
Or whether she was still participating in it.
Then my phone vibrated.
A text from Jasmine.
"Arthur, please meet me. I need to tell you the truth about Victor."
Below it was another message.
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"I'm afraid of what he'll do when he finds out I've decided to cooperate."
For the first time, I wondered whether the danger surrounding my family was bigger than I had understood.
