The wife he threw away

chapter four

Claire's heart pounded.

"What do you mean it is not your father's handwriting?" she asked. "How is that possible?"

Nathan sat back down slowly, staring at his phone like it might change what it said if he looked at it long enough.

"My legal team says the signature on the original loan document does not match my father's signature on any other paperwork from that same year," he said. "Someone else signed his name."

"Are you saying someone forged your father's signature to create this loan?"

"That is exactly what I am saying," Nathan said. "Which means this loan, the one that forced you and me into this marriage, might not have even been real in the first place."

Claire felt something twist inside her chest, somewhere between relief and horror.

"So all of this," she said quietly. "My father's debt, this wedding, all of it, could be based on a lie?"

"I do not know yet," Nathan said. "But I intend to find out."

He stood up, already reaching for his jacket.

"Where are you going?" Claire asked.

"To see your father," Nathan said. "Tonight."

The hospital room was quiet when they arrived, the machines beeping softly beside Richard's bed. He looked smaller than Claire remembered, even from just a few weeks ago.

"Papa," Claire said gently, touching his hand. "We need to ask you something important."

Richard opened his eyes slowly, and when he saw Nathan standing beside her, something like fear crossed his face.

"What is this about?" he asked weakly.

Nathan stepped forward, his voice calm but firm.

"Mr. Bennett, I need you to tell me the truth about the loan you took from my father fifteen years ago. Who actually handled that agreement?"

Richard's hands trembled slightly on top of the blanket.

"Edward Cole," he said. "Your father."

"My legal team just confirmed that the signature on that loan document is not my father's," Nathan said. "So I am going to ask you again. Who actually gave you that money?"

Richard's eyes filled with tears, and for a long moment, he said nothing at all.

"Papa, please," Claire said, her voice breaking. "If you know something, you need to tell us now."

Richard closed his eyes.

"A man came to me," he said slowly. "Fifteen years ago. My business was already failing, buyers pulling out, suppliers refusing to work with me for no clear reason. I did not understand it at the time. This man offered me a loan, told me it was from Edward Cole, told me all the paperwork was handled properly."

"What was his name?" Nathan asked, though from the look on his face, he already suspected the answer.

"Marcus," Richard whispered. "Marcus Vale."

Claire gripped the edge of the hospital bed.

"So Marcus set this up," she said. "He forged the loan, he pretended it came from Edward Cole, and he let it grow for fifteen years knowing exactly what it would eventually force us into."

"I did not know that," Richard said, tears now falling freely. "I swear to you, Claire, I thought this money truly came from the Cole family. I never would have agreed to marry you off if I had known it was some kind of scheme."

Nathan's face had gone hard and cold.

"Why would Marcus target you specifically?" he asked Richard. "Fifteen years ago, before any of this happened, was there something between you and him?"

Richard hesitated, his eyes darting toward Claire, then back to Nathan.

"There is something," he said quietly. "Something I never told Claire, because I did not think it mattered anymore."

"Papa, tell me," Claire said. "Whatever it is, I need to know."

Richard took a shaking breath.

"Marcus Vale and I were business partners once, a long time before you were even born," he said. "We built a small company together. When it started to succeed, I made a choice that I have regretted every day since. I bought him out of the company for far less than his share was actually worth, during a time when he was going through a difficult period in his life and could not fight back properly. I told myself it was just business. But it destroyed him financially for years."

Claire stared at her father, stunned.

"You cheated him," she said slowly. "And he waited fifteen years to get revenge."

"I did not know he would go this far," Richard said, his voice breaking completely now. "I did not know he would use my own daughter to do it."

The room went silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Nathan turned away, running a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process everything he had just heard.

"This changes everything," he said quietly. "If the loan was never legitimate, then legally, this marriage was built on fraud. Which means I can end it immediately, without any consequence to my company."

Claire's chest tightened painfully at his words, though she tried not to let it show.

"So that is it then," she said quietly. "You get your freedom, and I go back to exactly where I started."

Nathan looked at her, something unreadable flickering across his face.

"Claire, that is not what I meant."

"It is exactly what you meant," she said, standing up straighter. "The moment this fraud is proven, you will end this marriage, and I will have absolutely nothing to show for any of it."

"That is not fair," Nathan said. "I did not ask for any of this either."

"No," Claire said. "But you get to walk away clean when it ends. I do not."

Before Nathan could respond, Richard's heart monitor suddenly spiked into a loud, frantic beeping.

"Papa?" Claire turned quickly back to the bed, panic flooding her voice. "Papa, what is wrong?"

Richard's eyes were wide, his hand clutching his chest, his breathing suddenly shallow and desperate.

"Nurse!" Claire screamed, pressing the call button frantically. "Someone help us, please!"

Nurses rushed into the room within seconds, pushing Claire and Nathan back from the bed as they worked quickly over Richard's shaking body.

"What is happening to him?" Claire cried, tears streaming down her face now.

One of the nurses looked up at the doctor rushing in behind her, her voice tight with urgency.

"Get the crash cart in here now," she said. "We are losing him."

Claire's knees nearly gave out beneath her, and Nathan caught her before she could fall, holding her steady even as his own face went pale with shock.

"Claire," he said quietly. "Claire, look at me."

But Claire could not look away from her father's bed, from the chaos of doctors surrounding him, from the sound of machines screaming through the small hospital room.

And in that terrifying moment, as the doctors fought to keep her father alive, Claire's phone buzzed once in her pocket.

A text message, from an unknown number.

She did not want to look at it. She could not focus on anything except her father. But something made her glance down anyway, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

The message read only one line.

Tell Nathan to check his mother's private safe. The real reason for this marriage is not in that hospital room. It is in his own house.