“He said you manipulated him.”
Still nothing.
“He said you’d stolen his best years.”
Her voice cracked.
“I believed every word.”
I folded my hands calmly.
“Then why ask to see me?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“Because I found out he was lying to both of us.”
She reached toward a folder resting on the table.
Agent Ramirez inspected its contents before sliding it toward me.
Inside were photographs.
Copies of contracts.
Bank records.
And one handwritten notebook.
“What am I looking at?”
Olivia swallowed.
“Victor has another woman.”
I almost smiled.
“I assumed as much.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“You don’t understand.”
“He wasn’t cheating with me.”
The room became perfectly still.
“I was…”
She struggled to finish.
“…I was just one of several.”
Daniel slowly leaned forward.
“Several?”
Olivia nodded.
“He had apartments in three different cities.”
She pointed toward one photograph.
“This one is in Chicago.”
Another.
“Miami.”
Another.
“Seattle.”
Each apartment had been rented under fake corporate names.
Each one contained expensive furniture.
Hidden safes.
Separate phones.
Separate identities.
Victor hadn’t simply been having an affair.
He had been living multiple lives.
“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked.
Olivia laughed bitterly.
“Because yesterday I learned I wasn’t special.”
She looked exhausted.
“I thought he loved me.”
Instead, Victor had apparently repeated the exact same promises to several women over the last eight years.
Marriage.
Children.
A future.
Each woman believed she was the only one.
Each one had received expensive gifts purchased with stolen corporate money.
Each one believed Claire Langley was simply an obstacle standing in the way of true love.
Victor had been running the same script for years.
Only the names changed.
Agent Ramirez interrupted gently.
“There’s more.”
He opened another folder.
“This came from Ms. Marsh’s phone.”
Inside were screenshots of encrypted conversations.
Most involved financial fraud.
Some involved bribery.
But one conversation immediately caught my attention.
Victor:
“Once Claire signs the final transfer, she’ll become… unnecessary.”
Olivia:
“What does that mean?”
Victor:
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered.”
The timestamp was five months old.
I looked up slowly.
“What did he mean?”
Olivia’s face turned pale.
“I asked him.”
“And?”
“He said accidents happen every day.”
Daniel’s chair scraped against the floor.
“What exactly did he say?”
Olivia closed her eyes.
“He said…”
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“…people fall down stairs.”
No one spoke.
“He laughed.”
Another pause.
“Then he said wealthy widowers receive far more sympathy than divorced husbands.”
The room suddenly felt several degrees colder.
Daniel looked toward Agent Ramirez.
“Did you verify this?”
Ramirez nodded.
“We recovered deleted messages from Victor’s phone backup.”
He placed another transcript on the table.
It wasn’t speculation anymore.
Victor had discussed life insurance.
Medical records.
Medication.
Security cameras around the house.
Even the timing of hiring a new gardener who wouldn’t know the family’s routines.
Never once did he explicitly order a crime.
But together…
