Chapter 3: The Man Behind the Mask
The signature on the document wasn’t just a mistake.
It wasn’t a misunderstanding.
It wasn’t Weston making one desperate decision because his company was struggling.
It was a plan.
I stared at the paperwork spread across my kitchen table, my coffee growing cold beside me.
The morning sunlight poured through the windows, the same windows I had picked out when I bought the house three years ago.
I remembered standing in this exact spot with Weston.
He had wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder.
“Someday,” he had whispered, “we’re going to have everything we dreamed about.””
At the time, I thought he meant a family.
A home.
A future.
Now I wondered if he meant my future.
Daniel tapped the folder.
“Ava, I need you to stay calm.””
I looked up.
“Calm?””
He paused.
“I know that’s not easy.””
“No,” I said softly.
“It’s not.””
My fingers moved over the papers.
“What exactly did he do?””
Daniel pulled out another document.
“Your company’s internal records show that Weston created a consulting agreement between your agency and a company called Northbridge Solutions.””
“I’ve never heard of Northbridge Solutions.””
“I know.””
“Then why does it have my company’s information?””
Daniel looked uncomfortable.
“Because it appears someone used your employee credentials.””
I felt a cold wave move through me.
“My employees?””
“Possibly.””
“No.””
I stood.
“No, Daniel. My team would never do that.””
“I’m not saying they knowingly participated.””
I walked toward the window.
Outside, my neighborhood looked peaceful.
Children rode bicycles.
A woman walked her dog.
A man watered his lawn.
Everything looked normal.
But my life had become a crime scene.
“What was the money for?”” I asked.
Daniel opened another page.
“Marketing services.””
I almost laughed.
“Marketing services?””
“Yes.””
“My company is a marketing agency.””
“Exactly.””
I turned around.
“So he created a fake company to pay himself for work my company supposedly hired him to do?””
Daniel nodded slowly.
“That’s what it looks like.””
The room went silent.
I had spent years building my agency from nothing.
I worked weekends.
I answered emails during holidays.
I slept on my office couch when we had impossible deadlines.
My company wasn’t just a business.
It was proof that I could create something with my own hands.
And Weston had been quietly reaching into it.
Taking pieces.
Preparing.
Waiting.
“How much?”” I asked.
Daniel looked down.
“Around one hundred forty thousand dollars.””
My stomach dropped.
One hundred forty thousand.
I placed my hand over my stomach.
Our baby moved slightly.
Or maybe I imagined it.
Either way, it reminded me why I couldn’t fall apart.
Not now.
“What else?””
Daniel hesitated.
“There’s another issue.””
I closed my eyes.
“Of course there is.””
He slid a different document across the table.
“This was filed two weeks ago.””
I picked it up.
At first, I didn’t understand what I was looking at.
Then I saw the words.
*Business Ownership Transfer Agreement.*
My heart stopped.
“What is this?””
Daniel’s voice became careful.
“It appears Weston was preparing paperwork that would give him partial ownership of your agency.””
I stared at him.
“Partial ownership?””
“Yes.””
“Without telling me?””
Daniel didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
I dropped the paper onto the table.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak.
Then I whispered:
“He was going to take my company.””
Daniel nodded.
“That’s what the documents suggest.””
I walked away from the table.
My mind was searching through memories.
Every conversation.
Every little comment.
Every strange question.
And suddenly, they all connected.
Six months ago, Weston had asked:
“Do you think your company could survive without you?””
I laughed because I thought he was joking.
I said:
“Of course not. I built it.””
He smiled.
“Exactly.””
At the time, I thought he admired me.
Now I knew he was measuring me.
At noon, Weston showed up at my house.
I knew it was him before I opened the door.
His car engine.
The same sound I used to get excited about.
The same sound that once meant my favorite person had arrived.
Now it sounded like a warning.
I looked through the security camera.
He stood outside holding flowers.
Flowers.
I almost smiled.
Not because they were sweet.
Because they were predictable.
When Weston was guilty, he brought flowers.
When Weston lied, he became gentle.
When Weston hurt me, he acted like kindness afterward erased the damage.
The doorbell rang again.
“Ava?””
I opened the door but kept the chain locked.
His expression changed when he saw it.
“You’re locking me out?””
I stared at him.
“That’s funny.””
“What?””
“You’re surprised?””
He looked down.
Then sighed.
“I came here to apologize.””
“For what?””
His eyes moved away.
“For yesterday.””
“Which part?””
He frowned.
“Ava.””
“No. I’m serious.””
I opened the door slightly.
“Was it the part where your mother demanded my money?””
His jaw tightened.
“Let’s not start this again.””
“Was it the part where you locked me inside?””
“That’s not what happened.””
“Was it the part where she shoved me?””
His silence lasted too long.
That was my answer.
“You know what’s amazing?”” I said.
“What?””
“I spent three years defending you.””
He looked hurt.
“I love you.””
The words hit me.
Because once upon a time, they would have broken me.
Now they just sounded empty.
“Do you?””
His eyebrows pulled together.
“What kind of question is that?””
“A fair one.””
I looked directly at him.
“Did you access my accounts?””
His face changed.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
Fear.
Then anger.
“What?””
“Did you?””
“Where is this coming from?””
“That’s not an answer.””
He stepped closer.
“Ava, you’re pregnant and emotional. You need to stop letting people put ideas in your head.””
There it was.
The old strategy.
Make me doubt myself.
Make me question reality.
I smiled slightly.
“You really are good at that.””
“At what?””
“Making me feel crazy for noticing what’s happening.””
His face hardened.
“I don’t know what you think you found, but you’re wrong.””
“Am I?””
“Yes.””
“Then explain Northbridge Solutions.””
The color left his face.
Not completely.
Just enough.
Enough for me to know.
He knew that name.
“What is Northbridge?”” I asked.
He recovered quickly.
“A business connection.””
“Mine?””
“Ours.””
I laughed.
“Ours?””
“Yes.””
“You created a company using my business information.””
“That’s not what happened.””
“Then what happened?””
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
For the first time, Weston didn’t have an answer.
And I realized something.
The man I loved had always been good at surviving.
But he was terrible at being exposed.
“I can explain,” he finally said.
“When?””
“Tonight.””
“Why not now?””
“Because you’re angry.””
I looked at him.
“No.””
I shook my head.
“I’m not angry anymore.””
His expression changed.
“Then what?””
I held his gaze.
“I’m done.””
The words surprised both of us.
Weston stepped back.
“You don’t mean that.””
“Yes, I do.””
“Ava, we’re getting married.””
“No.””
“You’re carrying my child.””
“And I will protect our child.””
His face tightened.
“You’re really going to destroy our family?””
I almost couldn’t believe it.
Even now.
Even after everything.
He was still making himself the victim.
“I didn’t destroy anything, Weston.””
I pointed toward the street.
“You did.””
He stared at me.
Then his voice dropped.
“You have no idea what you’re doing.””
A chill ran through me.
Not because I was scared.
Because it sounded like a threat.
“What does that mean?””
He looked away.
Then back at me.
“You think your money makes you untouchable.””
I said nothing.
He continued.
“You have no idea how much I’ve sacrificed.””
I stared at him.
“You sacrificed?””
His face became bitter.
“You think building your company was the only hard thing in this relationship?””
I felt something shift.
There was something behind his anger.
Something deeper.
Something planned.
Before I could respond, my phone rang.
Daniel.
I answered immediately.
“Ava?””
His voice sounded urgent.
“What happened?””
“Check your email.””
“Why?””
“Because someone just attempted to remove you as CEO of your own company.””
I looked at Weston.
He was still standing there.
Watching me.
And suddenly, I understood.
Yesterday wasn’t about the wedding.
The ATM card wasn’t about orchids.
The money wasn’t about a deposit.
It was all a distraction.
While they were demanding my wedding budget, someone was trying to steal my entire life.
I lowered the phone.
“Weston.””
He looked at me.
“Did you really think I would never find out?””
His face went completely still.
Then my email notification appeared.
One new message.
Subject line:
*Emergency Board Meeting Request — Change of Company Ownership Structure*
And attached was a file.
With my name on it.
My signature.
And a date I never signed anything.
But someone had forged it.
Someone close enough to know exactly how to imitate me.
Someone who had spent three years learning everything about me.
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And standing in front of my house, Weston whispered:
“You should have just given my mother the card.””
