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Chapter 5 - THE CONFESSION AT THE TABLE

I heard a sudden, sharp gasp through the speaker.

It wasn't Melissa.

In her panic, Melissa had placed the call on speakerphone while sitting at her father’s grand dining room table, where the entire core Vance family had gathered to review their termination letters.

The room on her end went dead silent.

Then, the rough, trembling voice of Richard Vance filtered through the phone.

"Melissa..." Richard whispered, his voice cracking with a horrifying realization. "What did he just say? You... you knew?"

"Dad, wait—" Melissa panicked, her tone turning frantic. "Let me explain—"

"You knew he owned the company that was paying my salary?!" Richard roared, his aristocratic composure shattering instantly. "You let me treat the owner of the company like a dog for eight years?! You let me throw his daughter into the snow?!"

"Dad, stop!" Melissa screamed into the receiver. "You don't understand! OF COURSE I KNEW! WHY DO YOU THINK I MARRIED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"

The silence that followed her confession was deafening.

Even on my end of the phone, sitting in my high-rise office ten miles away, the weight of her words hung in the air like a lethal gas.

"Melissa..." Evelyn’s trembling voice echoed in the background. "What... what are you saying?"

"He was loaded!" Melissa shouted, completely unravelling, her greed and desperation spilling out without filter. "He was worth millions! But he was an uncultured blue-collar idiot who didn't care about money or high society! I stayed with him to secure the family! I got Dad the advisor contract! I got Greg and Tyler their jobs! I sacrificed eight years of my life playing the humble wife to a man who smells like copper pipe so you all could live in luxury!"

"You didn't sacrifice anything, Melissa," I interrupted quietly over the speakerphone. "You drained my personal accounts. You took $300,000 for your 'charity galas.' You pushed me to keep quiet because you were terrified your family would find out you married a man who actually had to work for his money instead of inheriting it."

"Shut up, Nathan!" Melissa spat bitterly. "You owe us! You can't just fire my family! I'm your wife!"

"You gave me divorce papers two nights ago," I reminded her. "Which I have already signed and forwarded to my family law team. You are no longer my wife. And your family no longer has jobs."

"Nathan, please!" Richard suddenly grabbed the phone, his voice shaking with absolute panic. Gone was the grand patriarch who had ordered me out into the snow. Now he sounded like a broken old man staring into the abyss of total bankruptcy. "Nathan... son... listen to me. It was a misunderstanding! Christmas Eve... I was drunk! I didn't mean to put Emma outside! We're family, Nathan! You can't destroy forty-seven people's lives over a mistake!"

"It wasn't a mistake, Richard," I said. "It was character. And as of 8:00 AM today, your corporate leases are terminated. Legal will be contacting Greg and Tyler regarding criminal recovery of converted funds."

"Dad! Don't beg him!" Melissa shrieked in the background. "Don't say another word!"

Richard ignored her. His voice dropped into a dark, desperate register that made me sit forward in my executive chair.

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"Nathan was never the target!" Richard suddenly snarled at his daughter.

I froze. My hand tightened around the desk phone. "What did you just say, Richard?"

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