Chapter 3 - Unraveling The Web Of Deception In Ohio
The morning sun cast harsh, glaring light across the dining room table as Beck flipped through three years of bank statements.
His phone buzzed constantly against the wooden surface, but he ignored every call coming from his mother’s cell number.
Every single statement confirmed what Talia had hinted at the night before inside the sterile hospital room.
Large, unexplained withdrawals were siphoned out of their joint savings account every month, routed directly through Mercer Residential.
The corporate filing address for Mercer Residential wasn’t a commercial office building in downtown Cincinnati or Columbus.
It was an empty industrial warehouse located two counties away, registered under a shell name controlled by Avia.
Beck slammed his palm against the wooden table, the heavy impact rattling the porcelain coffee mugs left over from breakfast.
How could he have been so blind to the manipulation happening right underneath his nose for years?
His mother had carefully orchestrated every interaction, portraying Talia as an overwhelmed, fragile wife losing her grip on reality.
She had used Dorian as a quiet enforcer, running errands and signing off on documents whenever Beck was away on business trips.
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The realization tasted like ash in Beck’s mouth as he realized how easily he had doubted the woman he loved.
He grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter, determined to confront his mother at her sprawling suburban estate before noon.
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