And then, the final piece of the puzzle slotted into place as I read the legal contract attached to the bottom. It was an agreement between David and Valerie’s family estate. David wasn’t just my business partner; he was Valerie’s maternal step-brother. Because of a bitter family inheritance dispute, they needed a massive influx of clean, legitimate capital to secure their family’s multi-million dollar real estate empire in Miami—capital that was legally tied up unless they could present a legitimate, married heir or a massive liquid investment.
David knew I was desperate for a child. He had seen my medical records because he was the one who recommended that specific fertility clinic to me years ago. He knew I was firing blanks.
They had set the trap perfectly. Valerie would seduce me. She would get pregnant by David—the only way to keep the bloodline and the money within their family circle—and they would use my overwhelming guilt and desperation for a son to make me willingly sign over my life savings, the five-million-dollar Brickell condo, the luxury vehicles, and the controlling shares of Mendez & Associates.
I had handed them everything on a silver platter. I had literally paid five million dollars to buy a condo for my business partner’s illegitimate child, all while destroying the only woman who had ever truly loved me.
A hysterical, choked laugh escaped my throat. Lucy’s words echoed in my ears: “Sometimes God doesn’t punish quickly, Ray. He punishes perfectly.”
But then, my phone buzzed again.
It wasn’t a text. It was an incoming call from an unknown, private number.
I picked it up, my voice sounding like broken glass. “Hello?”
“Ray,” Lucy’s voice came through the speaker. She sounded calm. Serene. Completely detached from the storm that was obliterating my existence.
“Lucy… Lucy, please,” I sobbed, tears finally spilling over my eyelids. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I was blind. I was an idiot. They ruined me, Lucy. They took everything. But your test… the photo you sent… how? If I’m sterile… how are you pregnant?”
There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line. The only sound was the distant hum of an airport terminal in the background.
“I know you’re sterile, Ray. I’ve known for years,” Lucy said softly.
“Then… whose baby is it?” I whispered, my heart freezing solid.
“Do you remember the night you slammed the door and told me I was bitter and useless?” Lucy’s voice dropped to a chilling, razor-sharp whisper. “I realized that night that I had spent eight years protecting a man who would gladly crush my soul to save his pride. So, I decided it was time to take my own revenge. I decided to give you exactly what you wanted—a real, biological Mendez heir. But since you couldn’t provide the DNA…”
A cold sweat broke out across my neck. A terrifying, sickening realization began to crawl up my spine. Mendez heir.
“Lucy… what did you do?”
“I didn’t have to look very far, Ray. Your father’s heart attack wasn’t caused by the stress of your affair,” Lucy whispered, a dark, triumphant edge finally bleeding into her tone. “It was caused by the guilt of what he and I did in this very house while you were away in Miami with Valerie. He wanted to tell you the truth before he died. But I told him it would kill him faster.”
My breath hitched. The room began to spin violently. My father? My own father?
“And right now,” Lucy continued, her voice fading as an announcement for a flight to Madrid echoed in her background, “David is waiting outside your house. He knows you found the envelope. He knows you know everything. And he isn’t alone, Ray. He brought the people he owes that five million dollars to… and they know you don’t have the money anymore.”
Before I could even scream, the heavy wooden front door downstairs shattered open with a deafening crash. Heavy, hurried footsteps began to pound up the stairs toward my study.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3
