Chapter 7 - The Woman Wearing My Ring
Celeste became an unexpected witness.
Not a friend.
I wasn't ready for that word.
But a witness.
She gave investigators messages Adrian had sent over the previous year.
Some were ordinary.
Some were devastating.
Three months before my crash, he had written:
Claire is becoming unstable about money.
Two weeks later:
If anything happens, I may need to take Leo somewhere safe.
He was writing the future before it happened.
Creating witnesses before he needed them.
Celeste had believed him.
Why wouldn't she?
Adrian was charming.
Successful.
Calm.
I was the absent wife she had never met.
The woman he described as volatile, suspicious and increasingly irrational.
It was a perfect story.
Until I walked into Maison Bellange.
Celeste visited the apartment two days after Leo was recovered.
She brought no ring.
Leo was building a tower from wooden blocks.
When he saw her, he hid behind me.
Celeste stopped immediately.
"Hi, Leo."
He said nothing.
"I won't come closer."
I appreciated that.
We sat in the kitchen.
"What happened to the ring?" I asked.
"I gave it to the police."
"Why?"
"There may be evidence connected to its purchase records."
That surprised me.
"It was Adrian's grandmother's."
"No."
I stared.
"What?"
"He told you that too?"
A strange laugh escaped her.
Celeste opened her phone.
"The ring was purchased fourteen months ago."
Fourteen months.
Adrian had given me an engagement ring seven years earlier.
I hadn't worn it for almost a year because we were separated.
I assumed he had taken it from my jewelry box.
Instead, he had purchased a duplicate.
"Why?"
Celeste looked sick.
"I think he liked repeating stories."
That sentence stayed with me.
Repeating stories.
Same proposal.
Same promises.
Same ring.
Perhaps even the same lies.
Adrian didn't build relationships.
He built versions.
Daniel arrived carrying a folder.
"More good news disguised as terrible news."
"Your specialty."
He sat.
"The warehouse records show approximately £3.8 million moved from Bennett-related accounts over three years."
I stared.
Nearly twice my estimate.
"Where?"
"Multiple entities. Laurent Advisory was one."
"Julien?"
"Yes."
"Adrian?"
"Beneficial ownership is complicated, but investigators believe so."
Celeste looked down.
Daniel continued.
"Julien is cooperating."
"Because he's afraid."
"Fear remains one of civilization's most reliable incentives."
"What did he say about my accident?"
Daniel's humor vanished.
"He claims he knows nothing."
"Do you believe him?"
"I believe he's choosing his words carefully."
I stood.
Leo looked toward me.
I forced myself to relax.
Children notice everything adults pretend to hide.
I returned to the floor and helped him rebuild his tower.
Celeste watched.
After a while, she said, "He talked about you constantly."
I looked up.
"Adrian?"
"Not lovingly."
"I assumed."
"He needed me to dislike you."
"Did you?"
She thought about it.
"Yes."
The honesty surprised me.
"Why?"
"Because if you were cruel, then I wasn't doing something cruel."
There was nothing to say to that.
She continued.
"I thought your marriage was over. I thought you refused to let him move on."
"It was over."
"But you hadn't finalized the divorce."
"No."
"And Leo?"
"We were negotiating custody."
"He said you used Leo to control him."
I looked at my son.
"Of course he did."
Celeste's eyes filled.
"I believed him."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Because I need you to understand why I didn't ask enough questions."
I stood slowly.
"No."
She blinked.
"You don't need me to understand."
"Claire—"
"You need to understand."
Silence.
I wasn't trying to punish her.
I simply couldn't carry her guilt too.
She nodded.
"You're right."
That was the moment I began respecting her.
Not because she apologized.
Because she accepted that forgiveness wasn't something she could request on schedule.
Daniel's phone rang.
He stepped away.
When he returned, his face was pale.
"What?"
"The vehicle examination is complete."
My accident.
I put down the block in my hand.
"And?"
"Brake line damage."
Celeste inhaled sharply.
I stared at Daniel.
"Mechanical failure?"
"No."
The room became very quiet.
"Say it."
"The damage appears deliberate."
Leo placed another block on his tower.
It fell.
He giggled.
A perfectly normal sound.
I watched him rebuild.
Someone had tampered with my car.
Someone had expected me to drive it.
And Adrian had called me minutes before the crash.
That memory returned suddenly.
His name on the dashboard.
I had answered through the car system.
"Claire, where are you?"
"Driving."
"From where?"
"The accountant."
A pause.
Then:
"Take the north road. There's construction on the A-road."
I had listened.
Changed routes.
Taken the narrow road through the hills.
The road where my brakes failed.
I stood so quickly the chair scraped backward.
Daniel understood before I spoke.
"He told me which road to take."
Celeste covered her mouth.
Daniel said, "We need to tell investigators."
"He knew."
"Claire."
"He knew."
"We don't know that."
But something in Daniel's eyes had changed.
We had spent six weeks proving Adrian lied.
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Now we were asking whether his lies had been designed to cover something far worse.
And the answer might be inside a phone recording I had assumed was lost forever.
