PART 2 — I LET MY FIANCÉ BELIEVE I WAS HELPLESS… THEN THE ONE PERSON HE TRUSTED MOST HELPED ME EXPOSE EVERYTHING
Gabriel locked the hospital room door behind him.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
I could hear the machines beside my bed beeping softly while my heart hammered against my ribs.
“Tell me everything,” I whispered.
Gabriel pulled a chair closer.
“I didn’t know about the attack.”
“I believe you.”
His eyes filled with shame.
“But I knew about Sabrina.”
My stomach tightened.
“How long?”
“Almost two years.”
I closed my eyes.
Two years.
While I had been blaming myself for every failed pregnancy, Christian had been living another life.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Gabriel looked down.
“Because Christian owned everything around him. Contracts. Lawyers. Security. Publicists. He knew how to destroy anyone who threatened his career.”
I swallowed hard.
“And now?”
“Now he thinks you’re unconscious.”
I slowly opened my eyes.
“Then let’s keep it that way.”
Gabriel stared at me.
“What are you thinking?”
“I want him to believe his plan worked.”
He understood immediately.
I didn’t want Christian arrested yet.
I wanted proof.
Real proof.
The kind that couldn’t be explained away by a celebrity lawyer or a carefully written statement.
Gabriel quietly arranged for a second phone to be brought into the room.
Then he contacted an attorney he trusted.
By morning, the attorney had begun documenting everything.
Every medical record.
Every threatening message.
Every financial transfer.
Every connection between Christian, Gabriel, Sabrina, and the man investigators believed had attacked me.
But there was one problem.
We needed evidence connecting Christian directly to the attack.
And then Gabriel remembered something.
“Christian never handles payments himself,” he said. “He uses an assistant.”
“Who?”
“Marcus Bell.”
The name meant nothing to me.
Until Gabriel showed me a photograph.
Marcus had been Christian’s personal financial assistant for six years.
And according to Gabriel, Marcus had access to everything.
Including the payments Christian made to people he didn’t want connected to him.
That afternoon, something unexpected happened.
Christian returned.
He walked into my room carrying flowers.
He looked devastated.
At least, he was performing devastated.
He sat beside me.
“Genevieve,” he whispered.
I kept my eyes closed.
“I love you.”
For one terrifying moment, I almost opened them.
Then he leaned closer.
“You’re going to be okay.”
His voice sounded so gentle that anyone listening would have believed him.
But then he said:
“The wedding can still happen later.”
I nearly stopped breathing.
He wasn’t worried about me.
He was worried about the wedding.
About his reputation.
About Sabrina.
He stayed for several minutes before leaving.
The moment the door shut, Gabriel entered.
“He came alone,” he said.
“Good.”
“What now?”
I looked toward the window.
“Now we make him comfortable.”
For the next four days, Christian believed I was still unconscious.
He visited regularly.
He spoke to doctors.
He sent flowers.
He gave interviews outside the hospital about how devastated he was.
The entire country believed he was a grieving fiancé standing beside the woman he loved.
But behind the scenes, everything was changing.
The attorney had contacted authorities.
Investigators began quietly examining Christian’s finances.
Then Marcus Bell disappeared.
That frightened us.
Because disappearing meant Christian knew something was wrong.
Two days later, Marcus contacted Gabriel from an unknown number.
He wanted protection.
And he had something.
A recording.
Marcus had secretly recorded a conversation between Christian and the man who arranged the attack.
The recording wasn’t long.
But it was enough.
Christian’s voice was unmistakable.
“I want her unable to attend the wedding.”
The other man asked what would happen if she survived.
Christian answered:
“Then we’ll deal with it afterward.”
I listened to the recording twice.
Then I gave it to the attorney.
The investigation moved quickly.
But Christian still didn’t know.
And then Sabrina made one mistake.
She went to the hospital.
Not to visit me.
To visit Christian.
Gabriel saw her enter through a private entrance.
She was carrying a small boy by the hand.
Leo.
Christian’s secret son.
The same child he had promised to bring home after marrying me.
I watched through the security footage.
Sabrina looked nervous.
Christian met her in a private corridor.
They argued.
Then the little boy asked:
“Daddy, when are we going to live together?”
Christian looked around before answering.
“Soon.”
That one word became another piece of evidence.
But then Sabrina asked something that changed everything.
“What about Genevieve?”
Christian’s face hardened.
“She won’t be a problem.”
I felt a chill run through me.
He wasn’t talking about divorce.
He wasn’t talking about separation.
He was talking as though my future had already been decided.
That night, investigators obtained enough evidence to act.
But my attorney warned me.
“If we arrest him immediately, his lawyers will fight every piece of evidence. We need to let him incriminate himself further.”
I hated hearing that.
But I agreed.
The following morning, I finally opened my eyes.
Christian was sitting beside my bed.
He immediately grabbed my hand.
“Genevieve!”
He started crying.
I stared at him silently.
He leaned forward.
“I thought I was going to lose you.”
I looked into the eyes of the man I had loved for five years.
Then I whispered:
“Christian…”
He squeezed my hand.
“Yes?”
“Who is Sabrina?”
His smile disappeared.
Completely.
For the first time, I saw genuine fear in his eyes.
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Then the hospital door swung open.
Two investigators entered.
Behind them stood Gabriel and Marcus.
And Marcus was holding the original financial records.
Christian slowly stood.
“What is this?”
One investigator stepped forward.
“Christian Prescott, we need you to come with us.”
Christian looked at me.
Then at Gabriel.
Then at Marcus.
Finally, he understood.
His perfect plan had collapsed.
But before he was taken away, he turned toward me and said something I will never forget.
“You don’t understand what Sabrina will do when she finds out.”
I stared at him.
“I’m not afraid of Sabrina.”
He looked terrified.
“You should be.”
Then he was gone.
Three days later, investigators found Sabrina.
And when she learned Christian had confessed everything, she made a deal.
In exchange for protection, she revealed one final secret.
A secret that explained why Christian had been so desperate to control my life.
It wasn’t just about his career.
It wasn’t just about the money.
And it wasn’t even about Leo.
There was another woman.
Another child.
And another identity Christian had been hiding from me for years.
When the attorney placed the file on my hospital bed, I stared at the name on the first page.
Then I realized something terrifying.
Christian hadn’t chosen me because I was the easiest person to control.
He had chosen me because I was connected to the one person he was most afraid would discover the truth.
And that person was already looking for me.
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