By evening, I found myself parked outside the private investigator’s office I had hired during my divorce.
The same investigator who had uncovered the evidence against Maren.
I demanded to see the original files. The man hesitated, then reluctantly handed them over.
As I reviewed the documents, something caught my attention.
A series of payment records. Large payments. Recent payments. All from the same source: Tessa Whitmore.
My blood turned cold.
I flipped through more pages. Then more.
And suddenly, hidden between dozens of reports, I found a signed statement that had never been included in my final file.
A witness claimed the hotel photos had been staged. The necklace had been planted. And the person who arranged everything had personally paid for the setup.
Tessa.
My hands started shaking.
For nearly a year, I had lived with the woman who destroyed my marriage. For nearly a year, I had planned to marry her.
But the final page was what truly stopped my heart.
Attached to the witness statement was a hospital record. The date matched the week after Maren left.
Twin birth certificates.
Father’s name: Rowan Bellamy.
