I didn't follow Richard.
That was the first decision I made that night that belonged entirely to me.
Instead, I sat back down.
My hands were still trembling, but I forced them flat against the table.
“Start from the beginning,” I told Julian.
He nodded.
“My sister Rachel met Richard at a professional conference. He was charming, successful, attentive. He told her he was separated.”
My mouth went dry.
“The same story he told Audrey?”
Julian looked at me sharply.
“So you know her name.”
I pointed toward the door.
“The pregnant woman.”
“Yes. Audrey.”
“Twenty-nine?”
“Yes.”
“Seven months pregnant?”
“Yes.”
I closed my eyes.
Richard had never mentioned her.
Not once.
Julian continued.
“Rachel believed he was leaving his marriage. He convinced her to sign several financial documents. She thought they were related to a future property purchase.”
“And they weren't.”
“No.”
“What were they?”
“Insurance documents.”
I looked at the restaurant door.
“Then the accident happened.”
Julian nodded.
“He insisted on driving her that night. The road was wet. They hit a concrete barrier near a curve. Rachel went into a coma.”
“And Richard?”
“Left before she woke up.”
My stomach turned.
“How much did he get?”
“Not enough to make him careless.”
That sentence stayed with me.
Julian pulled out another document.
“This is what changed everything.”
I read the heading.
My name was there.
Victoria Sterling.
I felt the room tilt.
“This is my information.”
“Yes.”
“My Social Security number.”
“Yes.”
“My date of birth.”
“Yes.”
“Where did you get this?”
“We didn't. Richard did.”
I looked at the signature.
It looked like mine.
Almost.
The pressure was slightly wrong. The final stroke of my last name curved too far upward.
A forgery.
“He signed this?”
“We believe so.”
I looked up.
“What is it?”
“An insurance application.”
I couldn't make myself say the next question.
Julian did.
“Five million dollars.”
I stared at him.
Five million.
For me to die.
My mind immediately rejected it.
Richard was selfish. Richard lied. Richard cheated.
But murder?
No.
There had to be another explanation.
“There could be an innocent reason.”
Julian's expression didn't change.
“Victoria, there isn't.”
I looked at the document again.
“Maybe he took out insurance without telling me.”
“That still requires your death to trigger the payment.”
I couldn't answer.
My phone vibrated.
Elena.
My sister.
I answered.
“Where are you?”
Her voice was already worried.
“At the restaurant.”
“On your anniversary?”
“Yes.”
“With Richard?”
I looked at Julian.
“No.”
A pause.
“What happened?”
I didn't know how to explain it.
“My husband is having an affair.”
Silence.
Then Elena said, “I'll come.”
“You don't have to.”
“Yes, I do.”
She hung up.
I put the phone down.
Julian watched me.
“You trust your sister?”
“With my life.”
“Good.”
The irony nearly made me laugh.
With my life.
The phrase sounded different now.
Julian slid another paper toward me.
“This is why I approached you.”
I looked at it.
It was a copy of a report involving Rachel.
“After her accident, Richard disappeared. He also transferred money from an account connected to the insurance policy.”
“Why wasn't he charged?”
“He had an explanation.”
“What explanation?”
“He said Rachel had given him permission.”
I shook my head.
“She was unconscious.”
“I know.”
The waiter approached our table.
“Would you like another bottle?”
“No,” I said.
My voice sounded strangely calm.
“Just water.”
When he left, Julian said, “There's something else.”
I looked at him.
“Richard has been preparing documents connected to you for weeks.”
“What documents?”
“Medical records.”
I frowned.
“Why would he need my medical records?”
“He doesn't need them if you're healthy.”
The answer landed harder than it should have.
I looked at my phone.
Richard had sent me messages for months.
I'm working late.
The meeting ran long.
Don't wait up.
I'm exhausted.
I love you.
I read them differently now.
Not as apologies.
As a pattern.
Julian leaned closer.
“We believe he planned to report you as dead.”
I couldn't speak.
“And collect the insurance.”
My mouth went dry.
“What about Audrey?”
“That's the part we're still investigating.”
I stared at him.
“She's pregnant with his child.”
“Yes.”
“She thinks he's leaving me.”
“She thinks you're already separated.”
I laughed once.
It was an ugly sound.
“He told her that?”
Julian nodded.
“Apparently.”
A strange mixture of anger and pity moved through me.
Audrey wasn't sitting at home waiting for a married man.
She believed she was building a family.
Richard had lied to both of us.
Maybe more than both of us.
Elena arrived twenty minutes later.
She spotted me immediately.
Her eyes moved from my face to Julian.
“Who is he?”
“Someone who knows Richard.”
Elena pulled out the chair beside me.
“Start talking.”
I handed her the insurance copy.
She read it.
Her expression changed.
“Victoria.”
“I know.”
“This is your signature.”
“It isn't.”
Elena looked closer.
“No.”
She raised her eyes.
“This is not your signature.”
For the first time that night, I felt a tiny piece of solid ground beneath me.
“I thought so too.”
Elena folded the document.
“We're leaving.”
Julian stood.
“I'll arrange for someone to accompany you.”
“I can take care of my sister.”
“I don't doubt that.”
He looked at me.
“But Richard may notice if you change your routine.”
I felt cold.
“Why?”
“Because people who plan carefully notice disruptions.”
We left through the side entrance.
The night air hit my face.
San Francisco smelled of damp pavement, exhaust, and bread from a bakery that was still working behind a glowing window.
I expected to feel relieved.
Instead, I felt watched.
Every passing car seemed too slow.
Every dark window looked occupied.
Elena unlocked her car.
Before I got in, my phone buzzed.
Richard.
“I’m sorry I missed dinner. Something came up at work. I love you.”
I stared at the message.
Then I typed three words.
“I understand, Richard.”
I sent them.
Elena looked at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Buying time.”
Julian nodded.
“That was the right answer.”
I slipped the phone into my pocket.
As we drove away, I looked back toward the restaurant.
The table where Richard had been sitting was empty.
But on the pavement outside, a black sedan remained parked beneath the streetlight.
I didn't know whether it belonged to him.
I only knew that Julian had been right about one thing.
I was no longer simply dealing with an unfaithful husband.
I was dealing with a man who might have been preparing for me to disappear.
Click here to continue reading: PART 3: A Midnight Investigation Revealed Another Woman, Another Insurance Policy, and a Pattern Richard Had Failed to Bury
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