I picked up my phone.
“They think Daniel is the stupid
husband.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“They think Rebecca is dead.”
My sister slowly smiled.
And suddenly I understood what my father had done.
He hadn’t left us a mystery.
He had left us a weapon.
I looked at Daniel.
“Call Jenna.”
His face twisted.
“What do I say?”
I answered quietly.
“Tell your wife you forgive her.”
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PART 5 — WE INVITED THE TRAITORS TO DINNER
Daniel nearly choked.
“You want me to tell Jenna I forgive her?”
“Yes.”
“Mom, I saw the video.”
“So did I.”
“She slept with Dad.”
“I know.”
His voice cracked.
“She married me three months ago.”
I walked toward him.
“Daniel, listen to me. Your father and Jenna believe their plan is still hidden. The moment they know we understand the money, the land, or Rebecca, they run.”
Daniel’s hands shook.
“So I pretend?”
“You make them comfortable.”
Rebecca added, “Comfortable people talk.”
Daniel closed his
eyes.
When he opened them again, something in him had changed.
He called Jenna.
I listened from across the room.
“Hey,” he said softly.
She answered immediately.
I could hear her crying through the speaker.
“Daniel, please let me explain.”
“I know about you and Dad.”
Silence.
Then sobbing.
“I’m so sorry.”
Daniel looked at me.
I nodded.
He continued.
“I don’t know what happens next. But I don’t want screaming. I don’t want police. I don’t want Mom destroyed.”
Jenna whispered, “I never wanted to hurt you.”
Daniel’s face hardened, but his voice remained gentle.
“I believe you.”
I watched my son lie to his wife with terrifying perfection.
By Saturday, the plan was set.
Family dinner at my house.
Mark thought Daniel wanted reconciliation.
Jenna believed she could convince him the affair had been “a terrible mistake.”
I told Mark I was prepared to sign the retirement papers
afterward because I was exhausted and wanted our financial future settled.
That part made him especially happy.
He kissed my forehead.
The same mouth that had kissed my son’s wife.
I smiled.
