Chapter 7
The woman I had planned to marry knew almost everything about me.
She knew my favorite food.
She knew where I kept spare keys.
She knew which songs reminded me of my father.
She also knew the security code to my office.
I had given it to her because I trusted her.
Now that trust was being used against me.
When Andre and I reached Bennett Construction, Jasmine was waiting in the conference room.
She had printed the security access records.
Nia's code had been used at 11:42 p.m.
The night before.
A camera captured someone entering through the rear employee door.
The person wore a dark jacket and a baseball cap.
But when the figure turned toward the hallway camera, the face was unmistakable.
Nia.
I stared at the footage.
She walked directly toward the records office.
She didn't hesitate.
She knew exactly where she was going.
Jasmine paused the video.
"Watch this."
A second person entered three minutes later.
A man.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
He carried a laptop bag.
His face remained hidden.
But he moved through the office with confidence.
I looked at Andre.
"Who is that?"
Andre shook his head.
"I don't recognize him."
Jasmine continued playing the footage.
The two remained inside for twenty-six minutes.
Then they left through the same door.
I felt anger rising.
"Did they take anything?"
"We're still checking," Jasmine said. "Our system administrator found that several files were copied."
"What kind?"
"Property records, account documents, vendor information, and copies of your signature."
I closed my eyes.
The last part frightened me most.
Nia wasn't simply looking for information.
Someone was collecting documents that could be used to impersonate me.
I called Daniel.
He told us to preserve the footage and avoid changing anything before the investigators could review it.
We had already changed the access codes.
Now he wanted our cybersecurity specialist to examine the systems.
Within hours, we learned that the intruders had accessed a folder containing historic trust correspondence.
And one file in particular.
A scanned copy of my father's original land agreement.
I stared at the file name.
"Why would they want that?"
Daniel studied the document.
"Because it establishes an important ownership boundary."
He pointed to a paragraph.
Years earlier, my father had reserved access rights across a narrow strip of land.
Those rights connected the trust property to the main road.
Without them, Victor's development plans became more complicated.
"So he needs us to sign them away," I said.
"Or he needs a court to believe someone with authority already did."
I felt my stomach tighten.
The forged authorization.
The stolen signatures.
The property agreement.
It wasn't random.
It was a plan.
A plan that had started long before my wedding.
That afternoon, I met with investigators and provided the evidence we had gathered.
I told them about the threats.
The break-in.
The forged paperwork.
The office intrusion.
And the history between my father and Raymond.
They listened carefully.
They asked detailed questions.
They made no promises.
I understood why.
Suspicion wasn't proof.
But for the first time, the pieces were being examined together.
When I returned home that evening, Mom was sitting in the living room.
She had been crying.
A folded paper rested on her lap.
My heart sank.
"Mom, what happened?"
She handed it to me.
It was a letter.
No return address.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
"Your son can keep fighting, but you know what happened to his father."
I felt my face burn.
"Who delivered this?"
"It was left at the gate."
I looked at the security monitor.
The camera showed a delivery driver dropping off an envelope.
Nothing else.
I photographed the letter and contacted the investigator handling our complaint.
Mom watched me.
"Marcus, maybe we should just sell the land."
I turned toward her.
"What?"
Her eyes filled.
"I don't care about the money. I never cared about it. I just want my son safe."
I sat beside her.
"Mom, listen to me."
She shook her head.
"You don't understand what it's like to lose someone and spend the rest of your life afraid it could happen again."
Her voice broke.
"I lost your father. I can't lose you too."
I pulled her into my arms.
For a long time, she cried against my shoulder.
I remembered being seven years old, clinging to her after Dad's funeral.
Now the roles were reversed.
I was holding her.
Trying to be strong enough for both of us.
Finally, I said, "I won't risk our safety over money."
She looked up.
"But I won't sign away our rights because someone is threatening us either."
She nodded slowly.
"We'll let the law handle this."
I meant it.
I wasn't going to chase Raymond.
I wasn't going to threaten Victor.
And I wasn't going to let Nia drag me into another public confrontation.
I wanted the truth.
And I wanted my mother safe.
The following morning, Daniel called with unexpected news.
Nia had contacted his office.
She wanted to speak.
Privately.
"Why?" I asked.
"She claims she has information about Victor Hayes."
I was immediately suspicious.
"Does she want money?"
"She hasn't asked."
"Does she want me back?"
"She says no."
I stared at the wall.
I didn't believe her.
But Daniel advised that any conversation should happen with attorneys present.
So that afternoon, we met at his office.
Nia arrived wearing a simple beige dress.
No diamonds.
No dramatic makeup.
No wedding ring.
She looked tired.
For the first time since our wedding, she didn't try to hug me.
She sat across from us.
Then she folded her hands.
"Marcus, I know you hate me."
I looked at her.
"Hate isn't what I'm feeling."
She lowered her eyes.
"I wanted to apologize."
"You already did."
"I know. But that apology wasn't honest."
I said nothing.
She took a trembling breath.
"When Victor first approached me, he told me your family's land was connected to a business opportunity."
I watched her carefully.
"He said you were being stubborn. He said everyone would benefit if you sold."
"Then why didn't you talk to me?"
"Because he offered me money."
"Two million dollars."
She nodded.
"I thought I could convince you after we married."
My jaw tightened.
"So you planned to manipulate me."
She began crying.
"Yes."
I appreciated that she didn't deny it.
But honesty after exposure didn't erase betrayal.
"What about the wedding?"
Nia covered her face.
"I was angry because your mother wouldn't give me information about the trust."
I stared at her.
"That's why you insulted her?"
She shook her head.
"No. I was already angry and humiliated. I wanted to hurt her."
Daniel leaned forward.
"Did Victor instruct you to create a public confrontation?"
"No."
Her answer sounded immediate.
I watched her.
She continued.
"But after Marcus walked away, Victor told me to make sure everyone believed Marcus was the problem."
I felt sick.
"He helped you make those videos?"
She nodded.
"He connected me with a media consultant."
"And the false accusations?"
Her voice dropped.
"I agreed to them."
I stared at the woman I had loved.
"Do you understand what you've done?"
She began crying harder.
"I do now."
I shook my head.
"You could have destroyed my company. My employees depend on me. Their families depend on those jobs."
"I know."
"And my mother?"
Nia couldn't look at me.
"I was cruel to her."
I leaned back.
There was nothing satisfying about hearing her admit it.
I had wanted her to be innocent.
I had wanted our relationship to mean something real.
But the truth was uglier than I imagined.
Daniel asked another question.
"Who entered Bennett Construction with you?"
Nia froze.
I watched her hands.
They began shaking.
"Nia?"
She whispered, "I didn't know his real name at first."
"Who was he?"
She looked toward the door.
Then she said, "His name is Calvin."
I frowned.
"Calvin who?"
She swallowed.
"Calvin Mercer."
Daniel's expression changed.
I noticed immediately.
"What is it?"
Daniel turned toward me.
"Marcus, Calvin Mercer is a forensic document specialist who has been named in previous allegations involving fraudulent property filings."
My stomach dropped.
Nia wiped her cheeks.
"Victor hired him."
I leaned forward.
"For what?"
Her voice was barely audible.
"To make the documents look like you signed them."
The room went silent.
Then Nia said something even worse.
"Marcus, they aren't waiting for you to agree anymore."
I felt cold.
"What do you mean?"
She looked directly at me.
"They've already submitted paperwork claiming the land was transferred."
I couldn't speak.
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She continued.
"And tomorrow morning, they're expecting the transaction to close."
