Chapter 13 - Nadine’s BargainNadine wanted to speak.
Her attorney contacted prosecutors first.
Then Lauren’s attorney.
Lauren did not want to see her.
Grace certainly would not.
So Nadine’s statement came through formal channels.
She admitted Vivian hired her to search for Wesley’s records.
She admitted accepting fifteen thousand dollars beyond her nanny salary.
She admitted reporting Lauren’s routines.
She admitted opening private drawers.
And she admitted deliberately frightening Grace in the car.
The statement did not excuse the spray.
Nadine called it “an impulsive attempt to scare her into silence.”
Lauren hated the phrase.
Impulsive.
As if fear appeared accidentally.
The dashcam recorded Nadine threatening Grace before Lauren entered.
That was not confusion.
It was domination.
Nadine also admitted something Vivian had not.
Martin met her personally once.
Six months earlier.
At a Mercer hotel café.
According to Nadine, Martin told her:
“Whatever Vivian asked you to locate belongs to the company. Do not involve Lauren unless absolutely necessary.”
He gave no instruction to harm Grace.
He did reinforce the secrecy.
Then Nadine revealed why she had not immediately delivered the blue envelope after finding it.
“I realized everyone was afraid of those papers.”
She wanted more money.
Vivian owed thirty thousand.
Nadine decided Wesley’s evidence might be worth far more.
She planned to copy everything and demand one hundred thousand.
Lauren felt disgust rather than surprise.
Nadine was not only Vivian’s pawn.
She had developed her own leverage.
Grace had interrupted.
That was why Nadine panicked.
Walsh showed Lauren one final part of the statement.
Nadine had taken photographs of documents before Wesley’s blue envelope was recovered.
Copies were saved to a private cloud account.
She surrendered the credentials.
One photograph made Lauren sit down.
A letter.
From Wesley to Vivian.
Dated three weeks before he entered the hospital for the final time.
Viv,
You are still my sister.
That is the only reason I am giving you one last chance.
Tell Lauren the truth before I do.
Repay the foundation.
Tell Dad the sale cannot be used to bury this.
If you choose him again, understand that you are choosing what he has become, not who we loved when we were children.
Lauren read it twice.
Vivian had received a final chance.
Then hid the letter.
Another image showed Vivian’s handwritten response.
You always think truth is free because other people pay the price.
Lauren felt tears rise.
That sentence explained Vivian more than every accounting record.
Truth, to Vivian, was expensive.
Therefore concealment felt practical.
Wesley believed concealment cost more.
Both had spent years proving themselves right in different ways.
Nadine’s cooperation led investigators to another piece of evidence.
A voice memo she had secretly recorded after meeting Vivian.
Vivian said:
“Once Lauren signs the sale, nobody will care about old foundation invoices.”
Nadine asked:
“What if she doesn’t sign?”
Vivian replied:
“She will. She trusts me.”
Lauren shut her eyes.
That hurt more than the financial numbers.
Vivian’s plan depended on trust Lauren genuinely gave her.
That evening Vivian called.
Lauren almost ignored it.
Then answered.
“Did you hear Nadine is cooperating?”
“Yes.”
“She’s lying about parts.”
“Which parts?”
Vivian hesitated.
“Not everything.”
Lauren waited.
Vivian sighed.
“I never thought she would hurt Grace.”
“I believe you.”
Vivian went silent.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
Relief entered her breathing.
Then Lauren continued:
“That doesn’t make you innocent.”
The relief disappeared.
“You put someone inside my home under false pretenses.”
“I know.”
“You paid her to search my husband’s room.”
“Yes.”
“You let her report on my daughter.”
Vivian began crying.
“Yes.”
“And when Wesley told you to tell me the truth, you chose the sale.”
“I was trying to save the company.”
“No.”
Lauren’s voice remained calm.
“You were trying to save the version of yourself that still got to run it.”
Vivian said nothing.
Lauren closed her eyes.
“I loved you.”
The sentence surprised them both.
Vivian whispered, “I love you too.”
“That may be true.”
Lauren’s voice broke.
“But love did not stop you.”
She ended the call.
Upstairs, Grace was asleep.
Lauren stood beside her door.
For months after Wesley died, Vivian had been one of the few people Lauren thought she could call at any hour.
Now Lauren understood something painful.
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Betrayal was not proof love never existed.
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