CHAPTER 3 – The Envelope Marco Never Wanted Opened
CHAPTER 3 – The Envelope Marco Never Wanted Opened
The man at the entrance walked across the lawn with calm, measured steps, the thick brown envelope tucked beneath one arm.
Every guest instinctively moved aside.
Marco's confidence vanished the moment he recognized him.
"Mr. Collins..." he muttered.
The newcomer nodded politely.
"My apologies for interrupting the celebration."
He looked directly at me.
"Mrs. Romano, I tried reaching you several times this afternoon, but your phone went straight to voicemail."
I reached into my purse.
Three missed calls.
Unknown number.
"I didn't recognize it," I admitted.
Mr. Collins offered a sympathetic smile.
"I understand."
My father stepped forward.
"Would you mind explaining why you're here?"
The man adjusted his glasses before speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"My name is Daniel Collins. I am the senior compliance officer for Romano Jewel Group."
Several of my business partners immediately recognized him.
Mr. Collins wasn't someone who attended parties.
He appeared only when something serious had happened.
He held up the envelope.
"This contains the findings of an internal investigation that concluded this morning."
Marco suddenly interrupted.
"This isn't the time."
"I'm afraid it is," Mr. Collins replied calmly.
"The investigation directly involves both you... and Miss Valerie Brooks."
Valerie's confident smile disappeared.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Mr. Collins slowly removed several documents from the envelope.
"Our accounting department discovered unusual financial transfers over the past eighteen months."
He placed the papers on a nearby table so everyone could see.
"The transfers were authorized using executive credentials."
I frowned.
"My credentials?"
"At first, we believed so."
Mr. Collins looked at me apologetically.
"But our cybersecurity team determined your digital signature had been copied."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Someone had forged my authorization.
Marco crossed his arms.
"So? Anyone could have done that."
"Not exactly."
Mr. Collins removed another document.
"The copied signature was created from a laptop registered to Mr. Marco Romano."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Marco laughed far too loudly.
"This is ridiculous."
"Is it?"
Mr. Collins produced several photographs.
"They were recovered from the company's security archive after deleted files were restored."
He handed the first photograph to my father.
Dad's expression hardened instantly.
Without saying a word, he passed it to me.
My stomach twisted.
The image showed Marco inside my private executive office late at night.
Valerie stood beside him.
She was photographing confidential jewelry designs spread across my desk.
The timestamp read 11:47 p.m.
A night Marco had told me he was attending a charity fundraiser.
There were more photographs.
Marco unlocking my filing cabinet.
Valerie placing documents into her handbag.
Marco plugging a flash drive into my office computer.
Every excuse he had ever given me suddenly crumbled.
Valerie shook her head frantically.
"Those pictures are fake!"
Mr. Collins calmly removed another sheet.
"The original surveillance footage has already been secured by our legal department."
He looked at the crowd.
"And before anyone asks..."
"The footage has been verified by independent forensic analysts."
Marco's forehead glistened with sweat.
"This has nothing to do with Leo."
"No," my father said quietly.
"It has everything to do with your character."
For the first time that afternoon, Marco had no clever response.
Then Valerie suddenly stepped forward.
"Fine!"
She pointed at me dramatically.
"Maybe we took a few files."
"But Andrea stole something much more valuable."
She jabbed a finger toward Leo.
"My son."
The accusation reignited the tension.
Several guests looked uncertain again.
Valerie saw the hesitation and seized it.
"Ask her where Leo's birth records are!"
She folded her arms triumphantly.
"Ask her why she's never shown anyone hospital pictures."
My heart pounded.
I knew exactly where those records were.
Locked in our home safe.
But before I could answer, my father spoke.
"Andrea."
I looked at him.
"Bring the file."
I hesitated.
"It's upstairs."
"I know."
He gave me a reassuring nod.
"Go."
As I turned toward the house, Marco suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"No."
His grip tightened.
"Nobody is going anywhere."
For the first time in our marriage, I looked directly into his eyes without fear.
"Take your hand off me."
He didn't.
Instead, he whispered so quietly only I could hear.
"If that safe gets opened..."
"...everything changes."
His words sent a chill down my spine.
Everything?
What else was he hiding?
Before I could react, another small hand wrapped around mine.
Leo.
He looked up at Marco—not with fear this time, but with disappointment.
"Daddy..."
His little voice was heartbreakingly soft.
"You promised not to be mean to Mommy anymore."
Marco froze.
Leo continued, innocent as ever.
"I heard you on the phone last week."
"You told the red lady that after my birthday..."
"...Mommy would disappear."
The color drained from Marco's face.
Valerie stared at him in horror.
"You told him that?" she whispered.
Marco opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Leo wasn't finished.
"I asked what 'disappear' meant."
"You said..."
His voice trembled.
"...that sometimes people have accidents."
The garden erupted.
Guests stood from their chairs.
Someone shouted, "Call the police!"
My mother covered her mouth.
Even Valerie took two frightened steps away from Marco.
She had expected a public humiliation.
She had expected a divorce.
She had never expected a child to reveal words that sounded dangerously close to a threat.
Marco looked around wildly as his carefully constructed world collapsed.
Then, in a move that shocked everyone, he lunged toward the table where Mr. Collins had placed the investigation file.
He grabbed the entire stack of documents.
And before anyone could stop him...
He threw the envelope into the decorative fire pit beside the birthday stage.
Bright orange flames swallowed the papers within seconds.
But instead of panicking...
Mr. Collins smiled.
A small, knowing smile.
"You've just made a very expensive mistake, Mr. Romano."
Marco frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
Mr. Collins reached into his briefcase and calmly placed three identical envelopes on the table.
"The originals were never in that envelope."
He paused.
"Those were copies."
Then he looked toward the mansion gate.
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"And the detectives arriving now..."
"...already have the originals."
