Chapter 9: The Truth Everyone Was Afraid to Tell Me
I didn’t sleep that night.
Not because of Weston’s warning.
Not because of the lawsuit.
Not even because of the possibility that my company could be damaged.
I stayed awake because of one question.
*Why did Olivia really join him?*
The worst part was that I hated myself for asking it.
Because I knew Weston.
I knew how he operated.
He planted doubt like seeds.
He didn’t need people to believe his lies completely.
He only needed them to hesitate.
To question.
To wonder.
And he knew exactly where to attack.
Trust.
At 6:00 in the morning, I was already sitting in Melissa’s office.
She looked surprised when she walked in.
“You didn’t sleep.””
It wasn’t a question.
“No.””
She placed her coffee down.
“What happened?””
I looked at her.
“Weston said something.””
Melissa immediately became alert.
“What?””
“He said I should ask Olivia why she really joined him.””
Melissa was quiet.
“Do you believe him?””
“No.””
I answered quickly.
Then I paused.
“But I don’t know if I believe Olivia either.””
Melissa sat across from me.
“That’s a difficult place to be.””
“Yes.””
“What do you want to do?””
I looked out the window.
“I want the truth.””
I called Olivia at nine.
She answered immediately.
“Ava.””
“Come to Melissa’s office.””
A pause.
“Why?””
“Because I need you to answer something.””
“What?””
“Why did you join Weston?””
Silence.
This time, it lasted longer.
Not because she was surprised.
Because she was deciding whether to lie.
Finally, she said:
“I’ll be there.””
Twenty minutes later, Olivia walked into the office.
She looked like she hadn’t slept either.
She sat across from me.
No excuses.
No tears.
Just exhaustion.
“You talked to him,” she said.
“Yes.””
“What did he tell you?””
“That I should ask why you joined him.””
Her face changed.
Not shock.
Pain.
“I knew he would eventually use that.””
“Use what?””
“The truth.””
I stared at her.
“Then tell me.””
She looked down at her hands.
“I didn’t join him because I wanted to take your company.””
“Then why?””
She took a deep breath.
“Because I thought you were in danger.””
I frowned.
“What?””
“Six months ago, Weston told me you were hiding something.””
I stared.
“Hiding what?””
“He said you were planning to leave.””
The words hit me like a slap.
“Leave?””
“Yes.””
“Leave him?””
She nodded.
“He said you were preparing to separate your finances and take full control of the company.””
I almost laughed.
“Full control?””
“Yes.””
“Olivia.””
My voice became sharper.
“I already had full control.””
She looked down.
“I know that now.””
“No.””
I leaned forward.
“You knew that then.””
She closed her eyes.
“Yes.””
“Then why?””
“Because he showed me documents.””
“What documents?””
“Financial projections.””
“And you believed them?””
“I believed he was scared.””
I sat back.
That was the answer.
Not greed.
Not ambition.
Fear.
He manipulated people by making them think they were helping him survive.
“What did you do?””
“I agreed to review the documents.””
“And then?””
“He asked me to sign the shareholder agreement.””
“Why would you sign something like that?””
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Because he told me if something happened to you, the company would collapse.””
I stared.
“He used my pregnancy.””
“Yes.””
“And you believed him.””
“At first.””
The honesty hurt.
“But then?””
“Then I saw things that didn’t make sense.””
“What things?””
“Money transfers.””
“Northbridge?””
“Yes.””
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
She looked away.
“Because by then, I had already signed.””
I understood.
She was ashamed.
And shame makes people hide.
Even from the people they hurt.
Melissa placed a folder on the table.
“Olivia, we need everything you have.””
Olivia nodded.
“I brought it.””
She handed over a small envelope.
“What is this?””
“Original documents.””
Melissa opened it.
Her expression changed.
“What?””
Olivia looked at me.
“This is what Weston didn’t want you to see.””
Melissa pulled out several pages.
At first, I didn’t understand.
Then I saw the date.
A year ago.
Before the wedding.
Before the pregnancy.
Before any of this.
“What is it?””
Melissa scanned the document.
Then she looked at me.
“Ava…”
“What?””
She turned the page around.
I read the heading.
*Strategic Acquisition Proposal.*
My stomach tightened.
“Acquisition?””
“Yes.””
“By who?””
Melissa looked at Olivia.
“Tell her.””
Olivia swallowed.
“Weston’s investors.””
I stared.
“What?””
“He wasn’t trying to take your company for himself.””
“Then what?””
“He was trying to sell it.””
The room went silent.
Every piece shifted.
The wedding.
The money.
The fake CEO announcement.
The urgency.
“He needed control before the investors would buy.””
“Yes.””
“How much?””
Olivia looked at the papers.
“Enough to walk away wealthy.””
I felt sick.
Not because of the money.
Because of what it meant.
He wasn’t trying to build something with me.
He was trying to cash me out.
That afternoon, Melissa and I reviewed everything.
The evidence was overwhelming.
Emails.
Contracts.
Financial records.
Messages.
Plans.
But there was one thing missing.
A final document.
The purchase agreement.
The one proving Weston’s end goal.
“We need that,” Melissa said.
“Why?””
“Because everything else proves he attempted control.””
“And the purchase agreement?””
“Proves motive.””
I nodded.
“How do we get it?””
Melissa looked at me.
“I think he’ll show you.””
“Why?””
“Because he believes you’re losing.””
I understood.
Weston always became more confident when he thought he had won.
He wouldn’t hide forever.
He would want me to know.
That evening, Weston texted me.
*Come to my mother’s house. Alone.*
I stared at the message.
I should have refused.
Every instinct told me to.
But I knew Melissa was right.
People reveal themselves when they think they’re in control.
I replied:
*Fine.*
Corinne’s house looked exactly the same.
Beautiful.
Expensive.
Cold.
When I walked inside, I noticed something immediately.
The dining table was covered with papers.
Not wedding plans.
Business documents.
Weston stood near the window.
Corinne sat calmly in her chair.
Like this was a meeting.
Not a betrayal.
“You came,” Weston said.
“Yes.””
He smiled.
“I knew you would.””
I ignored the comment.
“What do you want?””
He walked toward the table.
“I want you to understand.””
“Understand what?””
“That this was always going to happen.””
My stomach tightened.
“What does that mean?””
He picked up a document.
“You built something valuable.””
“I know.””
“And valuable things attract attention.””
“Get to the point.””
He smiled.
“You think I stole from you.””
“You did.””
“You think I betrayed you.””
“You did.””
His smile faded slightly.
“But you don’t understand the bigger picture.””
I almost laughed.
“Of course.””
He always had a bigger picture.
A reason.
An excuse.
A story where he was the hero.
He placed a document in front of me.
“Sign this.””
I looked down.
“What is it?””
“A settlement.””
I scanned the first page.
My name.
My company.
My ownership.
My stomach turned.
“You’re offering me money.””
“Yes.””
“To leave my own company?””
“No.””
He leaned closer.
“To accept reality.””
I looked at him.
“What reality?””
His expression became cold.
“That everything you built is worth more than you realize.””
I said nothing.
“And people like me are the reason it can become something bigger.””
I stared.
“You mean people who take it.””
His jaw tightened.
Then he smiled.
A small, confident smile.
“You still think you can win.””
I looked at the document again.
Then at him.
“Weston.””
“Yes?””
“You made one mistake.””
“What?””
“You thought I was fighting because I was afraid of losing money.””
His expression changed.
“Then why?””
I placed the document back on the table.
“Because you forgot I built this before I ever met you.””
The smile disappeared.
And for the first time…
I saw fear.
Not anger.
Not confidence.
Fear.
Because he finally realized something.
I wasn’t trying to save my company anymore.
I was trying to expose him.
I turned to leave.
Then Corinne spoke.
“Ava.””
I stopped.
She had been silent the entire time.
Now she held something in her hand.
A small envelope.
“You should see this before you walk away.””
I looked at her.
“What is it?””
Her expression was unreadable.
“It’s the reason Weston was so confident you would never fight.””
I slowly took the envelope.
Inside was a document.
A document with my name.
My address.
My signature.
And a date from two years earlier.
A date when I was still completely in love with Weston.
Melissa had been right.
There was one final piece.
And when I read the first line, I understood why everyone thought they could control me.
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Because according to this document…
I had already given them permission.
