As they cuffed him, he turned to me with tears in his eyes. “Rebecca, please. For twenty-five years together.”
I looked at him without pity. “The moment you brought her into my home and called me barren, those twenty-five years burned to ash.”
A week later, I became CEO.
In Marcus’s old office, still smelling of cigars, I began reviewing the damaged company records. Then Henry, the elderly CFO, knocked and entered with shaking hands.
“Rebecca,” he said, “I should have told you this long ago.”
He placed an old black notebook on my desk.
“It belonged to our first CFO. He left it before he died. It contains a secret about Marcus and Dana.”
Inside was a hospital death certificate.
Mother: Dana.
Date of Birth: December 18.
Cause of newborn death: congenital heart disease.
Date of death: three days after birth.
My hands went cold.
Ethan had arrived at our house on December 22.
“Turn it over,” Henry whispered.
