Chapter 2
Marcus refused to let anyone take me away from the deck until the medical team had examined both me and Lily.
I hated the attention. I hated the wet dress clinging to my skin, the whispers passing between the guests, and the way my mother kept looking at the folder in Marcus's hand.
Most of all, I hated that Lily had witnessed everything.
"Mommy, is Grandma angry with us?" she asked from beneath her blanket.
My heart broke.
I knelt beside her, ignoring the cold trembling in my legs.
"No, baby. You didn't do anything wrong."
"But she pushed you."
I swallowed hard.
"Yes, sweetheart. She did something very wrong."
Lily looked toward Diane, then quickly hid against my chest.
Marcus watched us for a moment before turning to his security chief.
"Keep my daughter and wife safe. Nobody approaches them without permission."
Then he faced Diane again.
"Let's hear your explanation."
My mother straightened her gown.
"You are making a terrible mistake by embarrassing me in front of these people."
Marcus gave a humorless laugh.
"You threw my wife into the ocean, and you're worried about embarrassment?"
"I did not throw her!"
"Then we'll let the cameras decide."
Diane's expression changed.
Marcus's security chief approached with a tablet. Several cameras had recorded the confrontation, including one mounted near the yacht's upper staircase.
The chief had already contacted the captain to preserve the footage.
Diane looked toward the nearest exit.
Two security agents quietly moved into position.
"You cannot hold me here," she snapped.
"We aren't holding you," Marcus replied. "We're asking you not to leave before the authorities arrive."
Her lips tightened.
"Authorities? You're calling the police on your own mother?"
"You nearly killed my wife and child."
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Vanessa appeared from the crowd, still wearing her wedding dress. Her makeup had begun to run, and her eyes were wide with panic.
"Marcus, please," she said. "This is my wedding day. Can't we settle this privately?"
I stared at my sister.
She had been standing only a few feet away when Diane pushed me. She had seen Lily disappear beneath the water.
Yet the first thing she cared about was her wedding.
"Did you see what happened?" I asked.
Vanessa hesitated.
"I saw you arguing."
"Did you see her push me?"
"I wasn't looking directly at you."
"Then look at me now."
She reluctantly met my eyes.
"Vanessa, you know what Mom did."
Her expression hardened.
"You're always trying to make her look terrible. You did it when we were children, and you're doing it again."
I felt something inside me go quiet.
For years, I had tried to convince Vanessa that I wasn't competing with her. I had defended her when our mother blamed her mistakes on me, and I had forgiven her when she repeated Diane's cruelest words.
I had always believed that if I loved my sister enough, she would eventually stand beside me.
Now my daughter was wrapped in a rescue blanket because our mother had pushed us into the ocean.
And Vanessa still refused to tell the truth.
Marcus turned toward the security chief.
"Show her the footage."
Before the tablet could be raised, Diane suddenly spoke.
"Fine. I pushed her. But she deserved to be removed from the wedding."
The entire deck fell silent.
Vanessa stared at our mother.
I couldn't believe what I had heard.
Diane had admitted it, but she still believed she was justified.
Marcus took a step toward her.
"You're finished."
She laughed nervously.
"You have no idea who you're threatening."
He lifted the folder again.
"That is exactly why we're having this conversation."
Diane's eyes fixed on the seal.
"What does that document have to do with anything?"
"Everything."
He opened the folder just enough to reveal the first page, keeping the details away from the gathering crowd.
I saw a company name, several signatures, and a date from nearly two years earlier.
Diane took a step backward.
Marcus noticed.
"You recognize it."
She said nothing.
"Tell me why you signed a transfer agreement involving my family's company."
Vanessa's face changed.
"Mom, what is he talking about?"
Diane turned sharply toward her.
"Be quiet."
That single command told me more than any explanation could have.
Whatever Marcus had discovered, Vanessa already knew enough to be afraid.
I looked at my husband.
"What is that document?"
He hesitated, and for the first time since arriving, his anger seemed mixed with something else.
Pain.
"Your mother may have been using your sister's wedding to cover up a financial crime."
Diane suddenly lunged toward the folder.
Marcus pulled it away before she could touch it.
"Don't you dare!"
Security immediately stepped between them.
Diane's perfect composure finally shattered.
"You have no right to destroy everything I've built!"
Marcus stared at her.
"What have you built, Mother? And whose money did you use to build it?"
A siren sounded in the distance.
The yacht's captain announced that authorities were approaching.
Diane looked at Vanessa, silently pleading for help.
Vanessa looked away.
And in that moment, I understood something terrifying.
My mother hadn't simply hated me.
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She had been protecting a secret.
A secret powerful enough that she had risked killing me to keep it buried.
