Chapter 4: The first Lie
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Julia Mendoza stared at the glowing computer screen.
The office around her had become eerily silent.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mendoza Group's headquarters, the city continued moving as if nothing had changed.
Cars moved through traffic.
People rushed along sidewalks.
Business deals were made.
Lives continued.
Yet Julia's world had quietly begun to collapse.
On her screen sat a transaction report.
At the bottom of the document was a login record.
User: A. SCOTT.
Timestamp: 2:13 A.M.
Julia read it again.
And again.
And again.
The result never changed.
The same name.
The same timestamp.
The same terrifying implication.
Adrian Scott.
Her husband.
The man she trusted more than anyone.
The man she had loved for seven years.
The man who had sworn to stand beside her through everything.
His account had authorized the transfer.
A transfer connected to millions of dollars that had mysteriously disappeared from Mendoza Group.
Julia slowly leaned back in her chair.
Her heartbeat felt unusually loud.
No.
There had to be another explanation.
There always was.
She wasn't going to accuse someone she loved based on a login record.
Not without proof.
Not without certainty.
Still, a tiny crack had appeared in the foundation of her marriage.
And once a crack appeared, it had a way of spreading.
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in."
Emma entered carrying another stack of files.
The assistant immediately noticed Julia's expression.
"You look like you haven't slept."
Julia forced a smile.
"I haven't."
Emma sat down across from her.
"Still investigating the transfers?"
Julia nodded.
Emma hesitated.
Then spoke carefully.
"Do you think someone inside the company is involved?"
The question lingered between them.
Julia looked away.
"Maybe."
It was the safest answer she could give.
Because she wasn't ready to say the truth out loud.
She wasn't ready to admit that the name appearing repeatedly in the investigation belonged to her husband.
Not yet.
---
That evening, Julia arrived home later than usual.
The Mendoza mansion stood illuminated against the night sky.
Beautiful.
Elegant.
Safe.
Or at least it used to feel safe.
Now she wasn't sure.
The moment she stepped inside, she heard laughter.
Adrian's laughter.
And Luna's.
Julia paused.
Something about the sound bothered her.
Not because they were laughing.
Because of how comfortable they sounded together.
She entered the living room.
The conversation immediately stopped.
A brief silence followed.
Barely a second.
But Julia noticed it.
Both of them smiled.
Almost too quickly.
"Julia!"
Luna stood and hugged her.
"You're home."
Julia smiled.
"Tough day."
Adrian walked over.
His expression filled with concern.
"The investigation again?"
Julia looked at him.
Studied him.
The concern looked genuine.
The voice sounded genuine.
Everything about him seemed genuine.
That was what made this so difficult.
If Adrian was lying, he was incredibly good at it.
"Yeah."
She sighed.
"Just work problems."
Adrian wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"You need to relax."
Julia nodded.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe she was allowing stress to affect her judgment.
Maybe she was imagining problems that didn't exist.
Maybe.
But deep inside, another voice whispered something different.
Pay attention.
---
Later that night, Julia couldn't sleep.
She slipped out of bed and walked toward her home office.
The mansion remained silent.
Dark.
Peaceful.
She sat behind the desk and opened her laptop.
A new email waited in her inbox.
The sender surprised her.
Internal Security Department.
Subject: Requested Login Verification.
Julia immediately opened it.
The report appeared.
Every login associated with Adrian's executive account during the last six months.
Her pulse quickened.
Most of the activity looked normal.
Emails.
Reports.
Company records.
Then she noticed something strange.
Several logins had occurred long after midnight.
Again and again.
Sometimes at one in the morning.
Sometimes two.
Sometimes three.
Julia frowned.
Adrian usually slept beside her.
How was he accessing company systems at those hours?
She checked the dates carefully.
The answer made her stomach tighten.
Many of the logins occurred on nights she remembered waking up briefly.
Nights when Adrian wasn't in bed.
At the time she thought nothing of it.
Perhaps he was getting water.
Using the bathroom.
Unable to sleep.
Now she wasn't so sure.
The tiny crack widened slightly.
---
Across town, inside a luxury penthouse overlooking the city, Victor Blackwood sat near a fireplace.
A glass of expensive whiskey rested in his hand.
The room reflected wealth.
Power.
Control.
Everything Victor valued.
A knock sounded.
"Enter."
The door opened.
Adrian stepped inside.
Victor smiled.
"Good evening."
Adrian didn't smile back.
"We have a problem."
Victor raised an eyebrow.
"Do we?"
"Julia is investigating."
Victor took a slow sip of whiskey.
"That was inevitable."
Adrian frowned.
"You don't seem worried."
Victor laughed softly.
"Should I be?"
"She's smarter than you think."
The billionaire's smile widened.
"Oh, I know exactly how smart Julia Mendoza is."
He stood and walked toward the window.
"That's why this plan has taken three years."
Three years.
The words echoed inside the room.
Three years of preparation.
Three years of manipulation.
Three years of betrayal.
Victor looked down at the city.
"If Julia discovers one secret, she won't stop."
Adrian remained silent.
Because he knew Victor was right.
Julia never gave up.
Never.
That was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her.
And one of the reasons he now feared her.
Victor turned around.
"Keep her distracted."
"How?"
Victor smiled coldly.
"You're her husband."
---
Meanwhile, Julia continued reviewing records.
Hours passed.
The deeper she looked, the more questions appeared.
The financial irregularities weren't random.
Someone had planned them carefully.
Patiently.
Methodically.
Then she noticed something else.
Every suspicious transaction passed through a particular authorization channel.
An executive override system.
One that only a handful of people could access.
Her.
The CFO.
And Adrian.
Julia stared at the list.
The room suddenly felt colder.
No matter how many times she analyzed the evidence, the same name kept appearing.
Adrian.
Adrian.
Adrian.
The repetition frightened her.
Because eventually evidence became impossible to ignore.
And Julia was running out of excuses.
Julia didn't leave the office until nearly midnight.
By the time she arrived home, the mansion was silent.
Most of the staff had retired for the night.
Only a few security lights illuminated the long hallways.
She climbed the staircase slowly.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on her shoulders.
Yet her mind remained restless.
Questions continued circling inside her head.
Questions she couldn't answer.
Questions she wasn't sure she wanted answered.
As she entered the bedroom, Adrian was already asleep.
Or appeared to be.
His breathing sounded steady.
Calm.
Peaceful.
Julia stood beside the bed for several moments.
Watching him.
Studying him.
Trying to reconcile the man she loved with the evidence she had uncovered.
The two images refused to fit together.
One was her husband.
The other was a suspect.
Eventually she slipped beneath the covers.
Sleep came slowly.
And when it finally arrived, it brought nightmares.
---
The next morning began with rain.
Dark clouds covered the city.
Heavy drops streaked against the glass walls of Mendoza Group.
The gloomy weather matched Julia's mood perfectly.
By nine o'clock she was already buried beneath reports.
Financial records.
Security logs.
Transaction histories.
The deeper she investigated, the less she liked what she found.
Every trail seemed to lead back to the same place.
The same people.
The same secrets.
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
Emma stepped inside.
"There is someone here to see you."
Julia barely looked up.
"Tell them to schedule an appointment."
Emma hesitated.
"He says he can't wait."
That got Julia's attention.
"Who is he?"
"A former employee."
Julia frowned.
"What department?"
"Security."
The answer surprised her.
"Name?"
Emma checked her notes.
"Thomas Richardson."
Julia immediately recognized it.
Thomas.
One of the company's most loyal security officers.
He had worked for Mendoza Group for nearly twenty years before retiring.
"Send him in."
Emma nodded.
Moments later, the elderly man entered.
His appearance immediately concerned Julia.
Thomas looked nervous.
Far more nervous than she had ever seen him.
His hands trembled slightly.
His eyes constantly moved toward the door.
As if he feared being followed.
"Mr. Thomas."
Julia stood.
"It's good to see you."
The old man forced a smile.
"Thank you, Ms. Mendoza."
Something was definitely wrong.
Julia could feel it.
"Please sit."
Thomas remained standing.
The behavior immediately raised alarm bells.
People only remained standing when they were desperate to leave.
Or terrified.
"Mr. Thomas?"
The old man swallowed hard.
"I don't have much time."
Julia's heartbeat quickened.
"What happened?"
Thomas looked toward the windows.
Then toward the door.
Finally back at Julia.
"I shouldn't be here."
The words sent a chill through her.
"Why?"
His answer came immediately.
"Because if they find out, I'll be in danger."
The office suddenly felt very quiet.
Julia slowly sat down.
"Who?"
Thomas reached into his coat pocket.
His trembling fingers removed a small flash drive.
He carefully placed it on the desk.
Julia stared at the device.
"What is this?"
The old man looked directly into her eyes.
"The truth."
---
Several seconds passed.
Neither spoke.
Neither moved.
Julia's gaze remained fixed on the flash drive.
A tiny object.
Yet somehow it felt incredibly heavy.
"What kind of truth?"
Thomas lowered his voice.
"The kind people kill for."
The statement immediately got her attention.
Julia leaned forward.
"Explain."
The old man took a deep breath.
"Three months ago, I was doing contract work at one of the underground parking facilities near the financial district."
Julia listened carefully.
"I wasn't supposed to be there."
Thomas continued.
"I had already retired."
"Then why were you there?"
"A friend asked me to cover a shift."
Julia nodded.
The explanation seemed reasonable.
"What happened?"
The old man's eyes darkened.
"I saw your husband."
Julia froze.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
"My husband?"
Thomas nodded.
"He wasn't alone."
Julia's pulse accelerated.
"Who was he with?"
The answer arrived immediately.
"Victor Blackwood."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The name hit Julia like a physical blow.
Victor Blackwood.
One of Mendoza Group's most aggressive competitors.
One of the few businessmen who openly challenged her.
One of the last people Adrian should be meeting secretly.
Thomas continued.
"At first I assumed it was business."
Julia's voice barely emerged.
"And then?"
The old man's expression hardened.
"I overheard part of their conversation."
A cold sensation spread through Julia's chest.
"What did they say?"
Thomas hesitated.
As though repeating the words still frightened him.
Then he spoke.
"They talked about you."
Julia's stomach tightened.
"How?"
The old man's answer changed everything.
"Like you were a target."
---
Julia stared at him.
Unable to speak.
Unable to move.
Thomas continued.
"I didn't understand everything."
"What did you hear?"
The old man closed his eyes.
Trying to remember.
"'She trusts me completely.'"
Julia immediately recognized the voice.
Adrian.
The words sounded exactly like something he would say.
Thomas continued.
"Victor replied, 'Good. Keep it that way.'"
Julia's pulse hammered inside her ears.
No.
There had to be more.
There had to be context.
An explanation.
Anything.
Because without context, those words sounded horrifying.
"What happened next?"
Thomas swallowed.
"They discussed company assets."
Julia felt sick.
"They mentioned transferring ownership."
Her breathing became uneven.
"Ownership of what?"
"Mendoza Group."
The room spun slightly.
For several moments Julia simply stared.
The old man looked genuinely miserable.
Like someone carrying a burden for far too long.
"I didn't come forward immediately."
"Why not?"
Thomas laughed bitterly.
"Would you have believed me?"
Julia couldn't answer.
Because the truth was painful.
Three months ago she probably wouldn't have believed him.
Not without proof.
Not against Adrian.
Not against her husband.
Thomas reached toward the flash drive.
"The proof is here."
Julia looked down.
Her heart pounded harder.
Proof.
Real proof.
Not theories.
Not suspicions.
Evidence.
The thing she had been searching for.
And the thing she feared most.
END OF CHAPTER 3 (PART 2)
CLIFFHANGER:
Thomas pushed the flash drive across the desk.
"There is video footage on it."
Julia stared at the device.
"What kind of footage?"
The old man looked directly into her eyes.
"The meeting between Adrian Scott and Victor Blackwood."
And according to Thomas...
The video contained a sentence that would destroy Julia's marriage forever.
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