Chapter 5 - My Father’s Last Mistake
Ethan refused to believe it.
“My father left Lydia forty percent?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“Not exactly.”
Richard had created the trust six years before his death.
Lydia was named contingent beneficiary.
Why?
A letter explained.
Richard had known Lydia since childhood.
Her father died when she was nineteen.
Richard quietly helped pay for her education.
He considered her family.
Then Ethan’s younger brother died in a climbing accident.
Richard became obsessed with preserving the Caldwell bloodline and family alliances.
He wrote:
If Ethan remains unmarried at thirty-five, I encourage consideration of a union with Lydia Vale.
Ethan nearly laughed.
“Consideration?”
Rebecca nodded.
“Your father did not order anything.”
But Margaret apparently treated the letter as destiny.
Richard also created financial protection for Lydia if she remained closely tied to the Caldwell family.
After Richard died, Margaret manipulated the trust.
Used dead credentials.
Expanded investments.
Allowed Lydia to believe Richard had effectively chosen her as Ethan’s future wife.
Emma stared.
“So Lydia’s obsession was being funded.”
“Yes.”
Ethan looked sick.
“My father started this.”
Rebecca corrected him.
“Your father created an inappropriate contingency.”
“Your mother weaponized it.”
“Lydia chose what she did.”
Important distinctions.
Everyone owned their piece.
Then another letter surfaced.
Richard to Margaret, written months before his death:
Stop telling Lydia she will marry Ethan.
Ethan stared.
His father had noticed.
He does not love her that way.
You are encouraging something unhealthy because you dislike losing influence over him.
Margaret ignored it.
The letter continued:
If Ethan marries someone else, you will respect that marriage.
Emma read the sentence twice.
Richard had predicted the conflict.
Then:
You cannot preserve a family by refusing to let it change.
Ethan closed his eyes.
His father had been imperfect.
Controlling in quieter ways.
But near the end, he had seen what Margaret was becoming.
Perhaps too late.
The prosecution gained the letter.
Margaret’s defense weakened.
She could no longer claim she merely fulfilled Richard’s wishes.
Richard had explicitly told her to stop.
She chose not to.
Then came another shock.
Dr. Morel—the psychiatrist who prepared false medical records for Emma—agreed to cooperate.
He admitted Margaret approached him eight months earlier.
She wanted a “contingency psychiatric file.”
He initially refused.
Then she threatened to reveal tax irregularities in his private practice.
He complied.
He forged notes.
Backdated consultations.
Prepared medication records.
But then Lydia demanded more.
She wanted Emma actually sedated.
Morel refused.
Margaret?
According to him, Margaret said:
“No physical harm.”
Ethan listened to the interview.
For once, something complicated emerged.
Margaret wanted control.
Not Emma’s injury.
Lydia had crossed that boundary independently.
It did not absolve Margaret.
But truth mattered even when it made the villain less simple.
Emma said:
“She built the gun.”
“Lydia pulled the trigger.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Metaphorically.”
“Yes.”
He almost smiled.
Then Emma became serious.
“Don’t turn your mother into a monster because that’s easier.”
He frowned.
“Why would you defend her?”
“I’m not.”
She took his hand.
“If she becomes a monster, you don’t have to grieve the mother you loved.”
That sentence nearly broke him.
Because Margaret had been a good mother once.
She stayed beside Ethan during childhood pneumonia.
Sat in hospital corridors.
Helped him through his brother’s death.
Taught him to drive.
Remembered every birthday.
Loved him.
And later tried to destroy his wife.
Both were true.
People wanted betrayal to erase everything that came before.
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It didn’t.
Sometimes that was what made betrayal unbearable.
