Chapter 8 - Margaret's Other Life
Margaret was careful about how she presented herself to Marcus.
She knew which compliments made him stand straighter and which questions made him feel misunderstood.
At home, she had described herself as a woman who wanted nothing more than to care for Zion.
At the company, she was now introduced as a strategic adviser whose network could unlock extraordinary opportunities.
Neither identity explained why Rookwood Advisory stood to receive nearly five million dollars.
The independent review uncovered a consulting proposal signed on Rookwood's behalf by Margaret Sloan.
It promised introductions, market intelligence, and investor coordination, but the supporting work product was sparse.
A schedule attached to the agreement identified two meetings Marcus had already attended before Rookwood was formed.
The investigators did not assume the entire agreement was fictitious.
They asked what services had actually been delivered, who had approved the contract, and whether conflicts had been disclosed.
That approach produced more useful facts than speculation ever could.
One of the first findings was a reimbursement claim for business-class travel that appeared to coincide with an evening Marcus told me he was at a domestic conference.
The itinerary included Margaret under a consulting title.
Another record showed that Marcus's executive assistant had been instructed to reserve a hotel suite for two people while billing it to a business development account.
I felt sick reading the description.
The expense was small compared with the financing, but it represented the same pattern.
Marcus expected other people to absorb the costs of decisions he refused to own.
I gave the review counsel the dates I knew from our family calendar, without requesting access to anyone's personal messages.
We needed a fair record, not an excuse to satisfy curiosity.
Margaret eventually contacted me directly.
She called from an unfamiliar number and began with a tone of wounded politeness.
"I understand you're telling people I don't care about Zion," she said.
I explained that I was answering questions from professionals reviewing what had happened.
She claimed Emily had exaggerated the baby's symptoms to make herself look indispensable.
I reminded her that hospital records confirmed Zion had experienced serious respiratory distress.
"Nobody is blaming you for the virus," I said.
"The question is why you kept dismissing a warning."
She accused me of trying to destroy her future because my marriage had failed.
I asked whether she understood that she had been given responsibility for a child, not simply access to his father's household.
Her silence lasted several seconds.
Then she changed the subject.
She said Marcus had promised they would marry after the separation.
She said he had explained that I was comfortable financially and would not need the company.
I almost laughed.
The man who called me a useless heiress had apparently told his mistress that the inheritance was entirely his to distribute.
"What did he tell you about the voting shares?" I asked.
She answered that Marcus controlled the business.
I told her I would not debate corporate ownership over the telephone.
The subject belonged in the records and before the board.
She became angry enough to forget her delicate manners.
"You think you can ruin everything because your father left you money?" she demanded.
"No," I replied.
"I think signatures and agreements should mean what they say."
She ended the call.
An hour later, a message arrived from her number offering to keep our separation private if I stopped contacting the board.
I saved the message and forwarded it to Daniel.
He advised me not to engage further.
The offer was not a formal settlement proposal, and he did not want informal exchanges to complicate the investigation.
Meanwhile, Emily received an unexpected visit from a man claiming to represent a recruitment firm.
He offered her a generous placement fee if she would sign a statement saying she had misunderstood Zion's symptoms and had been fired for misconduct.
Emily did not sign.
Instead, she asked for the company's name and kept the unsigned document.
Daniel referred the matter to independent counsel because the timing raised concerns about potential witness pressure.
We did not know who had sent the visitor.
But Emily's response showed how much she had changed since the afternoon she left our kitchen in silence.
"I don't need people to believe I'm perfect," she told me.
"I need them to believe I told the truth."
I assured her that the difference mattered.
The next time I saw Margaret in person, she stood in the foyer holding a stack of seating charts for the gala.
Marcus had asked her to stop by because he was too busy to discuss the event himself.
She glanced toward the nursery door, and I stepped between her and the corridor.
"Zion is resting," I said.
She smiled tightly.
"I wasn't going to disturb him."
We stood beneath a painting I had selected for our wedding anniversary five years earlier.
For a moment, I could see how thoroughly the house had been transformed into a stage for strangers.
Margaret wore a diamond bracelet I recognized from a receipt Marcus had once claimed concerned a corporate gift.
I did not ask her about it.
The financial review would determine whether company money had purchased personal luxuries.
My private anger would not make that determination more accurate.
She set the seating charts on a table.
I could see my name beside the number seventeen.
"Marcus thought this would be easier," she said.
"For whom?" I asked.
She gave me the smile she used when she wanted to appear reasonable.
"Everyone," she answered.
I looked at the chart without touching it.
"Then I hope everyone enjoys the evening," I replied.
Margaret studied my expression, searching for the reaction she had rehearsed against.
When she failed to find it, her smile disappeared.
She left without saying goodbye.
Afterward, I called the nurse to confirm Zion's next appointment and then returned to the papers waiting in my study.
My son's future mattered more than teaching Margaret a lesson.
But protecting that future meant refusing to let her or Marcus profit from dishonesty.
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I no longer needed Margaret to admit what she had done in order to understand who she was.
The evidence would speak where her charm had always interrupted.
