Chapter 5: The Woman Who Knew The Secret
The name on Amelia’s phone screen felt heavier than any accusation Charles had ever heard.
His wife.
Victoria Sterling.
For twenty years, Victoria had been the woman who stood beside him through every storm.
She had held his hand after Amelia’s disappearance.
She had sat beside him during the funeral.
She had whispered that life had to continue when Charles wanted nothing more than to stop.
She had been the person who told him:
“Charles, you can’t spend forever chasing a ghost.””
Now that ghost was standing in front of him.
Alive.
And Victoria knew.
Charles stared at the glowing phone.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The ringing continued.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Amelia looked terrified.
Not angry.
Not surprised.
Terrified.
Charles noticed.
“What is it?””
Amelia swallowed.
“She knows.””
“Knows what?””
“That I survived.””
The fourth ring stopped.
Silence filled the apartment.
Then the phone rang again.
Charles looked at Amelia.
“Answer it.””
She hesitated.
“Dad—”
“Answer it.””
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that came before a storm.
Amelia slowly accepted the call.
She put it on speaker.
“Hello?””
For several seconds, there was nothing.
Then Victoria’s voice came through.
Soft.
Elegant.
Controlled.
“Amelia.””
Charles felt his chest tighten.
Victoria didn’t ask who it was.
She didn’t ask why.
She knew exactly who answered.
Amelia looked at Charles.
“How did you know?””
Victoria sighed.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t make me explain.””
Charles stepped closer to the phone.
“Victoria.””
A pause.
Then:
“Charles.””
Her voice changed when she heard him.
Not fear.
Not guilt.
Something worse.
Regret.
“Where are you?”” Charles asked.
Victoria didn’t answer.
“Are you with her?””
Charles looked at Amelia.
“Yes.””
Another pause.
Then Victoria whispered:
“Then it’s already too late.””
Charles’s jaw tightened.
“Too late for what?””
“Too late to keep you safe.””
The words should have sounded like concern.
But they didn’t.
They sounded like a warning.
Charles looked at Daniel.
Daniel immediately shook his head.
Don’t trust her.
Charles ignored the gesture.
“Victoria, you knew Amelia was alive.””
“Yes.””
The answer was immediate.
Honest.
And somehow that made it worse.
“For twenty years?””
“Yes.””
Charles closed his eyes.
The pain was almost physical.
“Why?””
Victoria didn’t answer.
Charles’s voice hardened.
“Why did you let me believe my daughter was dead?””
A long silence.
Then Victoria said:
“Because Richard made sure you would never find the truth.””
Charles stared at the phone.
“Richard.””
Amelia looked at him.
Victoria continued.
“He threatened everyone who tried to help her.””
Charles’s expression changed.
“Everyone?””
“Yes.””
“Including you?””
Silence.
That was enough.
Charles understood.
Victoria had been afraid too.
But fear did not erase twenty years.
“You could have told me.””
“I wanted to.””
“When?””
Her voice became quieter.
“Every day.””
Charles looked away.
Every day.
A phrase that sounded familiar.
Amelia had said almost the same thing.
He looked at his daughter.
Two people he loved had spent decades suffering in silence.
Because of his brother.
Or because they didn’t trust him enough.
He didn’t know which hurt more.
“Where are you now?”” Charles asked.
Victoria answered carefully.
“At home.””
Charles immediately looked at Amelia.
“Sterling Manor?””
“Yes.””
“Are you alone?””
A pause.
Then:
“No.””
The room became tense.
Charles’s voice lowered.
“Who is with you?””
Victoria didn’t answer.
“Victoria.””
Finally, she said:
“Richard.””
Charles’s face changed.
Amelia stepped backward.
Daniel whispered:
“He moved faster than we thought.””
Charles gripped the phone.
“Put Richard on.””
“I can’t.””
“Why?””
“Because he doesn’t know I’m talking to you.””
Charles looked confused.
“Then how are you calling?””
Victoria’s breathing changed.
“He left his phone in another room.””
Charles understood.
She was hiding.
She was taking a risk.
“Victoria, listen to me carefully.””
“I am listening.””
“Leave the house.””
Another silence.
Then she laughed softly.
Not because it was funny.
Because she was exhausted.
“I tried that twenty years ago.””
Charles froze.
“What?””
Victoria’s voice cracked.
“I tried to get Amelia out.””
Amelia looked up.
“You knew?””
“Yes.””
The room went silent.
Victoria continued.
“The night of the accident, I found out Richard was following her.””
Charles looked at Amelia.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
“Because Richard showed me something.””
“What?””
“He showed me proof that someone inside your company was helping him.””
Charles frowned.
“Who?””
“I don’t know.””
Victoria’s voice dropped.
“But he told me if I went to you, Amelia would disappear forever.””
Charles felt his hands go cold.
“So you stayed silent.””
“Yes.””
The honesty hurt.
But he could hear the pain behind it.
“I thought I was protecting her.””
Amelia closed her eyes.
“And me.””
Victoria’s voice broke.
“Yes.””
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Charles asked:
“Why now?””
Victoria answered immediately.
“Because Ella came to you.””
Charles froze.
“How do you know about Ella?””
A pause.
Too long.
Charles felt something change.
“Victoria.””
“I saw her.””
“When?””
“Tonight.””
Charles looked at Amelia.
“Where?””
“At the gala.””
His heart dropped.
“You were there?””
“Yes.””
“Why?””
Victoria didn’t answer.
And that silence was louder than anything else.
Charles stepped away from the others.
“Victoria, what are you not telling me?””
Her voice became barely audible.
“Charles…”
“What?””
“Don’t come home.””
Everyone froze.
Charles stared at the phone.
“Why?””
“Because Richard knows you found Amelia.””
Charles looked toward the window.
Rain poured against the glass.
“He knows I’m here?””
“Yes.””
“How?””
Victoria whispered:
“Because someone followed you.””
Charles looked at Daniel.
The apartment suddenly felt unsafe.
“How long?””
“Since you left the gala.””
Charles’s eyes narrowed.
“Then why warn me?””
Another pause.
Then Victoria said:
“Because I found something.””
“What?””
“Something Richard has hidden for twenty years.””
Charles waited.
“I found the original accident report.””
Amelia stepped closer.
“What?””
Victoria continued.
“The real one.””
Charles’s heartbeat increased.
“What does it say?””
“I haven’t read all of it.””
“Why?””
“Because Richard caught me.””
Silence.
Then:
“He knows I have it.””
Charles looked at Daniel.
“Where is it?””
Victoria hesitated.
“Hidden in the house.””
“Where?””
“In the one place Richard never looks.””
Charles waited.
Then Victoria said:
“Amelia’s old bedroom.””
The words hit Charles hard.
His daughter’s room.
A room untouched for twenty years.
A room Victoria had preserved.
A room Charles couldn’t enter without feeling like he was losing Amelia all over again.
“Get out of there,” Charles said.
“I can’t.””
“Why?””
Victoria’s voice became urgent.
“Because Richard is upstairs.””
Everyone froze.
Charles looked at Amelia.
Daniel immediately moved toward the door.
“Wait.””
Charles stopped him.
“Victoria.””
“Yes?””
“Listen to me.””
The line crackled.
“I’m coming.””
“No.””
Her voice was suddenly filled with fear.
“Charles, you don’t understand.””
“I’m not leaving you.””
“Please.””
He had never heard Victoria sound like that.
Not in twenty years.
Not ever.
“What is it?””
A sound came through the phone.
A door opening.
Victoria stopped breathing.
Someone was near her.
Charles heard a man’s voice.
Low.
Calm.
Familiar.
“Who are you talking to?””
Charles felt his entire body go still.
Richard.
Victoria didn’t answer.
The phone remained connected.
Charles heard footsteps.
Then Richard spoke again.
This time, closer.
“Victoria.””
A pause.
“Give me the phone.””
Charles looked at Amelia.
Her face had gone pale.
Because she knew what was coming.
Richard’s voice changed.
No longer controlled.
No longer polite.
“You should have stayed gone, Amelia.””
Charles felt his blood run cold.
Richard knew she was there.
Then came a sound.
A struggle.
A sharp noise.
And finally—
The phone fell.
The call remained open.
Charles heard Richard’s voice one last time.
Quiet.
Almost gentle.
“Charles?””
A pause.
Then:
“Come home if you want answers.””
Another pause.
“But bring your daughter.””
Charles stopped breathing.
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Richard continued:
“Because this time, I’m going to finish what I started.””
