Chapter 9 - The Night Before My Wedding
The night before my wedding, I was happy.
I remember that clearly.
Charleston was warm.
The hotel overlooked the harbor.
My dress hung beside the window.
My bridesmaids arrived with champagne and bad jokes.
My father called to remind me that he would be downstairs at nine in the morning, whether I was ready or not.
And Natalie came to my room with a small gift.
A silver bracelet.
She'd saved for months, she told me.
I hugged her.
She cried.
“You're going to be so happy,” she whispered.
I believed her.
Now, sitting in Rebecca's office ten years later, I listened as my sister described what happened after she left my room.
She'd taken my financial folder.
Not because I'd asked her to.
Because Eric told her he needed the information for a surprise investment account intended for our future children.
She was twenty-three.
Old enough to know better.
Young enough to want to believe the man who would soon become her brother-in-law.
She carried the folder to Eric's hotel suite.
Victor was waiting.
They reviewed several documents.
Copied information.
Discussed potential business financing.
Natalie stood near the door.
At first, she believed Eric's explanation.
Then she heard Victor say something that frightened her.
Marriage doesn't change the fact that she already said no.
I stared at my sister.
“You heard that?”
She nodded.
“And you didn't ask what it meant?”
“I did.”
“What did Eric say?”
“He said you were nervous about investing, but you'd change your mind eventually.”
I closed my eyes.
“And Victor?”
Natalie swallowed.
“He said Eric needed another plan.”
My throat tightened.
“Did they give you back the folder?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Later that night.”
“Did you put it back?”
She nodded.
I stared at her.
“So I woke up on my wedding day with no idea you'd taken it.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Yes.”
I looked away.
I remembered Natalie helping me into my dress.
Fixing my veil.
Holding my bouquet.
She'd stood beside me at the altar.
Smiling.
Crying.
Watching me promise my life to a man whose financial plans she already knew were being hidden from me.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
Natalie covered her face.
“Because I didn't understand everything.”
“That doesn't explain the next ten years.”
She sobbed.
“I know.”
I waited.
Finally, she lowered her hands.
“Eric started paying me after I joined Merritt two years later.”
“For what?”
“Administrative work.”
“Real work?”
“Some of it.”
I nodded.
“And when did you realize the records involved unauthorized use of my financial information?”
She looked down.
“About a year after I started.”
Seven years before the anniversary.
I took a slow breath.
“So you knew for seven years.”
She shook her head.
“I suspected at first.”
“When did you know?”
She whispered, “When I saw the disputed transfer records.”
I stared at her.
“And you stayed.”
She nodded.
“And took money.”
Another nod.
“And later started an affair with Eric.”
She covered her face again.
I felt something inside me go quiet.
For months, I'd been asking why Natalie betrayed me.
Now I understood the betrayal had developed in layers.
First, she accepted a secret.
Then a job.
Then money.
Then silence.
Then Eric.
Then Victor.
And eventually the plan to use my own anniversary party against me.
Every step made the next one easier.
By the time she wanted to stop, she'd become afraid of what admitting the truth would cost her.
I stood.
Natalie looked up.
“Claire, please.”
I held up one hand.
“No more.”
She began sobbing.
“I love you.”
I stared at her.
“Then tell the truth to your attorney and the investigators.”
“I will.”
“Not just the parts that make you look innocent.”
She nodded.
“Everything.”
I turned toward the door.
Then stopped.
“Natalie, I need you to understand something.”
She looked at me.
“You didn't lose me tonight.”
Her face crumpled.
“You lost me a little at a time, every year you chose to keep lying.”
I left.
Outside, the afternoon sun was bright enough to hurt my eyes.
I sat in my car.
Held the steering wheel.
And cried.
Not because I was surprised anymore.
Because I'd finally reached the beginning of the lie.
And it was older than the marriage itself.
That evening, I met Grant.
He'd received additional information from Samuel Mercer.
The recovered Harbor Point records contained references to a company that predated Merritt's expansion.
A company linked to Eric and Victor's earliest dealings.
The records didn't establish that every transaction was fraudulent.
But they showed Eric and Victor had been discussing ways to access new sources of capital long before Harbor Point.
One entry referred to me.
Not by name.
By a description.
Potential family-backed guarantor.
I stared at the words.
“Was this before my wedding?”
Grant nodded.
“Yes.”
I closed my eyes.
He continued.
“There's something else.”
I looked up.
“What?”
“Victor wasn't the first person to suggest using your reputation in the housing project.”
My stomach tightened.
“Who was?”
“Eric.”
I stared.
Grant slid an email toward me.
Its date was three years earlier.
The year my affair investigation would later trace Eric and Natalie's relationship back to.
The email was from Eric to Victor.
Claire's military background would make Harbor Point credible. She doesn't need operational involvement. We only need enough public association for investors to trust the project.
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
Eric didn't need me to manage Harbor Point.
He needed people to believe I supported it.
My reputation was more useful than my participation.
I looked at Grant.
“Did he tell Victor I would agree?”
Grant shook his head.
“The records suggest he intended to use public events and promotional materials to imply your support.”
I felt sick.
I remembered standing beside Victor at the fundraising luncheon.
Smiling for photographs.
Believing I was helping a legitimate veterans' housing initiative gain attention.
They'd used those photographs.
My name.
My military background.
My trust.
I looked up.
“How many people invested because of me?”
Grant's expression softened.
“We don't know.”
I closed my eyes.
For the first time, I wasn't only thinking about what Eric had taken from me.
I was thinking about the people who might have lost money because they trusted my name.
And I knew the next part of the story wasn't going to be about revenge.
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It was going to be about accountability.
Even if the truth hurt people I once loved.
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