CHAPTER 10
THE TRUTH ABOUT THE ACCIDENT
For two years, everyone believed Claire Callahan died because of bad weather.
A dangerous mountain road.
A sudden storm.
A car that lost control on wet pavement.
A tragic accident.
That was the story.
The story printed in newspapers.
The story repeated at charity events.
The story Grant told himself every night when he couldn't sleep.
But now, standing in the study with Claire's photograph in his hand, I realized something.
A lie repeated for long enough did not become the truth.
It only became harder to uncover.
Grant had not moved for almost ten minutes.
The photograph was still in his hand.
Claire was smiling in it.
Not the public smile she used at business events.
A real smile.
The kind that belonged only to people who felt safe.
“You knew something was wrong,” I said quietly.
Grant didn't answer.
“Didn't you?”
His fingers tightened around the picture.
“Yes.”
The honesty surprised me.
“I knew.”
“Then why did you accept the accident report?”
For the first time, Grant looked defeated.
Not like a billionaire.
Not like the chairman of Callahan Industrial.
Just a husband who had failed the person he loved.
“Because I was a coward.”
I stared at him.
He shook his head.
“No one wants to admit that.”
He placed the photograph on the desk.
“People think powerful men are fearless.”
A bitter smile crossed his face.
“They aren't.”
“Then what are they?”
“Men who know exactly what they can lose.”
He walked to the cabinet behind his desk.
A place I had never seen him open.
He removed a small wooden box.
Inside were Claire's belongings.
Her watch.
Her wedding ring.
A handwritten notebook.
“My lawyers told me to destroy this.”
My eyes widened.
“Why?”
“Because it contained accusations against people inside my company.”
“And?”
Grant looked at the notebook.
“And because if Claire was wrong, I would have destroyed innocent people's lives.”
He paused.
“But if she was right...”
He didn't finish.
He didn't need to.
If Claire was right, someone had killed his wife.
We opened the notebook together.
The first pages were ordinary.
Meeting notes.
Business ideas.
Personal thoughts.
Then everything changed.
A name appeared.
Thomas Voss.
My heart sank.
Claire had been investigating him.
But the deeper we read...
The stranger it became.
Thomas was not acting alone.
Page after page contained information.
Hidden payments.
Private meetings.
Company transfers.
But then I saw something that made me stop.
A different name.
One I did not expect.
Grant Callahan.
I looked at him.
“Why is your name here?”
His face went pale.
“I don't know.”
That answer scared me more than anything else.
Claire's handwriting became more urgent near the end.
Someone inside the company is helping Thomas.
Someone close enough to access everything.
Someone Grant trusts completely.
Then one final entry.
I know who it is.
The next page was missing.
Someone had torn it out.
Grant stared at the empty space.
“She knew.”
“Yes.”
“She knew who betrayed us.”
“And someone removed the evidence.”
The room went silent.
Then my phone rang.
Detective Reed.
I answered.
“Emma, where is Grant?”
“He's here.”
“Good. Put me on speaker.”
I did.
The detective's voice sounded tense.
“We found the original accident report.”
Grant immediately stood.
“The official one?”
“No.”
A pause.
“The original police file.”
Everyone became silent.
“What did you find?” Grant asked.
“The crash was investigated incorrectly.”
Grant's face hardened.
“Explain.”
“The brakes were damaged.”
My stomach dropped.
“What?”
Detective Reed continued.
“The vehicle wasn't losing control because of the road conditions.”
A pause.
“Someone made sure Claire couldn't stop.”
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The truth had finally arrived.
And somehow, it was worse than we imagined.
“Can you prove it?” Grant asked.
“Yes.”
The answer was immediate.
“We found maintenance records.”
“Whose signature?”
Another pause.
“That's the problem.”
Grant's expression changed.
“What problem?”
Detective Reed lowered his voice.
“The person who approved the vehicle inspection was someone inside Callahan Industrial.”
I already knew what name was coming.
But I hoped I was wrong.
“Who?”
The detective answered.
“Thomas Voss.”
Grant closed his eyes.
The betrayal became real.
Not a suspicion.
Not a possibility.
Proof.
But then Detective Reed added:
“There's something else.”
“What?”
“The night Claire died, she wasn't alone.”
Grant froze.
“What do you mean?”
“Someone was following her.”
I felt cold.
“Who?”
“We don't know yet.”
Grant looked at Claire's notebook.
Then at the missing page.
Someone had killed Claire because she discovered the truth.
Someone had spent years protecting the secret.
And someone had been close enough to know everything.
Including Lily.
Including Grant.
Including me.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
Too many pieces were falling into place.
Renata.
Thomas.
The company.
Claire's death.
But one question kept bothering me.
Why had Renata waited so long?
If she wanted Callahan Industrial...
Why spend years pretending to love Grant?
The answer came the next morning.
When Grant received an anonymous email.
One attachment.
A photograph.
A young Renata Cole.
Standing beside Thomas Voss.
But that wasn't what shocked us.
It was the date.
The photograph had been taken...
Three months before Claire died.
Grant stared at the screen.
“She knew him before.”
I nodded.
“Before she met you.”
Then another message appeared.
You are looking at the wrong betrayal.
A second line appeared beneath it.
Thomas did not bring Renata into your life.
A pause.
Claire did.
Grant stepped back.
“No.”
His voice cracked.
“That is impossible.”
But the evidence was there.
A hidden connection.
A missing page.
A secret Claire carried to her grave.
And suddenly the question changed.
It was no longer:
Who killed Claire?
It became:
Why was Claire hiding the truth from her own husband?
Because the woman Grant loved most...
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END OF CHAPTER 10
