Chapter 15 - The Woman Who Raised The Enemy
Ethan did not confront Margaret immediately.
That was the old Ethan.
The man who trusted family.
The man who believed love was stronger than betrayal.
That man was gone.
Now he watched.
He waited.
He investigated.
Because Claire had died trusting the wrong people.
And Ethan refused to make the same mistake.
Margaret had always been the perfect aunt.
She attended birthdays.
She brought Sophie gifts.
She sat beside Ethan during the hardest years.
She was the person everyone described as “family.”
But the footage showed something different.
Margaret had entered the house.
She had searched Claire’s old bedroom.
She had looked inside Sophie’s closet.
And she had left moments before Natalie entered.
Ethan needed proof.
Not suspicion.
Proof.
So he created another trap.
He told Margaret privately that Noah had returned.
That the original ledger had been found.
That the evidence would be released within forty-eight hours.
Then he waited.
The reaction came faster than expected.
Three hours later…
someone attempted to access the hidden files on Ethan’s private server.
The password attempt came from a device registered to Margaret’s home.
Ethan stared at the screen.
His aunt.
The woman who held Sophie after Claire’s funeral.
The woman who promised:
“I’ll always protect this family.”
The next evening, Ethan visited her.
Margaret opened the door with a smile.
“Ethan.”
He smiled back.
A fake one.
“Aunt Margaret.”
She invited him inside.
The house smelled exactly the same.
The same flowers.
The same furniture.
The same memories.
And that made the betrayal worse.
“You look tired.”
“I am.”
“Too much happening.”
Ethan nodded.
“More than you know.”
Margaret poured tea.
“You should let the past go.”
The sentence was small.
But Ethan heard it.
“You mean Claire?”
Margaret’s hand stopped.
Only briefly.
But enough.
“Yes.”
Ethan watched her.
“Why?”
“Because she’s gone.”
“Maybe.”
Margaret looked at him.
“What does that mean?”
Ethan leaned back.
“It means I’m starting to think Claire left behind things people wanted hidden.”
Margaret became quiet.
Then she said:
“Claire was always too curious.”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
“Curious?”
“Yes.”
“She was brave.”
“No.”
Margaret smiled faintly.
“She was reckless.”
Ethan felt anger rising.
“You hated her.”
Margaret looked surprised.
“Hated?”
“Yes.”
“You think I hated Claire?”
A pause.
“I pitied her.”
Ethan stood.
“Why?”
Margaret’s expression changed.
Because for the first time, the mask slipped.
“Because she thought she could save everyone.”
Ethan stared.
“And she failed.”
Silence.
Then Margaret said something that confirmed everything.
“She should have listened when I warned her.”
Ethan froze.
“You warned her?”
Margaret realized her mistake.
Only for a second.
But it was enough.
Ethan stepped closer.
“You were there.”
Margaret said nothing.
“The night Claire died.”
Still nothing.
“You were there.”
Margaret slowly placed the cup down.
Then she smiled.
Not the warm smile Ethan knew.
A colder one.
“You always were smarter than your father.”
Ethan’s heart sank.
“What did you do?”
Margaret looked at him.
“I protected this family.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“You don’t understand.”
She stepped closer.
“Everything I did was to protect you.”
“By killing Claire?”
Margaret’s expression changed.
A flicker.
Regret.
Then it disappeared.
“I didn’t kill Claire.”
Ethan stared.
“Then who did?”
Margaret looked toward the window.
And whispered:
“The same person who killed my son.”
Ethan froze.
“Your son?”
Margaret looked back at him.
“Yes.”
A pause.
“Daniel Cross.”
The room went silent.
Ethan felt the ground disappear.
Because Daniel was not just his lawyer.
Not just Claire’s ally.
Not just a victim.
He was Margaret’s son.
And the entire investigation had been built on a lie.
Margaret stepped closer.
“Ethan…”
Her voice softened.
“You have been searching for the person who destroyed your family.”
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A pause.
“But you never asked who destroyed mine.”
