Chapter 2: My Mother's Little Secret
For several seconds, nobody moved.
The security supervisor replayed the footage.
My mother stood beside Denise, holding the white envelope between two manicured fingers.
Denise nodded.
Then my mother said something else.
"She's going to ask for Marcus. Don't let her get upstairs.""
I stared at the screen.
"What was in that envelope?""
Denise swallowed.
"I don't know.""
"Then why did you accept it?""
"It was a personal matter.""
I stepped closer.
"Personal?""
The front-desk manager, Thomas Reed, cleared his throat.
"Mr. Carter, perhaps we should move this conversation into the security office.""
"No. We're watching everything here.""
My mother had always been careful about appearances.
She donated to children's hospitals, attended charity galas, and knew exactly how to smile for photographers.
To strangers, Evelyn Carter was a generous woman with impeccable manners.
To me, she was a mother who had spent most of my adult life treating my choices as personal insults.
When I married Nia, she had called it a mistake.
When Nia became pregnant, she had called it an inconvenience.
And when Grace was born, she had sent a gift basket without visiting the hospital.
I had convinced myself that time would soften her.
Apparently, I had been wrong.
"Marcus," Nia whispered.
I turned.
"Yes?""
"Please don't fight with her because of me.""
I looked at my wife's swollen cheek.
"She hit you.""
"I know.""
"While you were holding our daughter.""
Nia lowered her eyes.
"I don't want Grace growing up thinking her family is always fighting.""
I gently touched her shoulder.
"Then I'll make sure she grows up knowing her father protects her mother.""
Thomas approached with a concerned expression.
"Sir, your mother is currently in the penthouse lounge. She arrived approximately forty minutes ago.""
I looked at him.
"Did she know Nia was coming?""
Thomas hesitated.
"She asked about your wife's arrival earlier this afternoon.""
My heart sank.
"What exactly did she ask?""
Thomas glanced at Nia before answering.
"She asked whether Mrs. Carter would be entering through the main lobby or the private elevators.""
Nia looked up.
"I came through the main entrance. The receptionist told me to take the elevator to the thirty-second floor.""
I frowned.
"Why didn't you call me?""
"My phone battery was almost dead. And you told me you were in a meeting.""
I remembered.
That morning, I had asked Nia to bring Grace to the hotel because I wanted to surprise her with something.
We had been married for three years, and I had promised to take her somewhere special for our anniversary.
I had reserved the hotel's presidential penthouse for the weekend.
Nia had never stayed in it.
She had laughed when I told her about the reservation.
"Marcus, we have a perfectly good bedroom at home.""
I had told her this was different.
I wanted her to see something beautiful.
I wanted to give her a weekend without cooking, cleaning, or worrying about anything.
And now my mother had apparently decided that my wife didn't deserve to walk through the same hallway.
"Let's go upstairs," I told Nia.
Thomas immediately offered to arrange an escort.
"Mr. Carter, I'll have two security officers accompany you.""
"One is enough. And I want Denise removed from guest-facing duties immediately.""
Denise stepped forward.
"Please, Mr. Carter. I have worked here for eight years.""
I turned.
"Then you should understand that nobody gets to assault a guest.""
She began crying.
"I didn't know she was your wife.""
I held her gaze.
"That is exactly what makes this worse.""
The security supervisor escorted her toward the staff elevator.
As we walked toward the private elevators, Nia remained unusually quiet.
I looked at her.
"Are you hurting?""
"My cheek stings.""
"Anything else?""
She shook her head.
"Grace is okay.""
I checked our daughter's face. She was awake now, staring at the ceiling with wide, curious eyes.
I kissed her forehead.
"You're okay, sweetheart.""
The elevator doors opened.
We entered, and Thomas pressed the button for the thirty-second floor.
As the elevator climbed, Nia finally spoke.
"Your mother came to see me last week.""
I turned sharply.
"What?""
Nia looked at the floor.
"She came to our house while you were at work.""
"Why didn't you tell me?""
"Because she said you were already stressed.""
"What did she want?""
Nia took a breath.
"She wanted me to sign something.""
My stomach tightened.
"What kind of something?""
"She said it was an agreement about Grace.""
I stared at her.
"What agreement?""
"She wanted me to promise that your mother would have certain rights to make decisions about our daughter if anything happened to us.""
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Did you sign it?""
"No.""
"Good.""
Nia's voice trembled.
"She got angry, Marcus. She said I was keeping Grace away from her family.""
I looked at my wife.
"Did she threaten you?""
Nia didn't answer immediately.
Then she said something that made my blood run cold.
"She told me that if I didn't cooperate, she would make sure everyone knew I wasn't fit to be your wife.""
The elevator stopped.
The doors opened onto the private floor.
I didn't move.
"Nia, why didn't you tell me?""
She looked at me with exhausted eyes.
"Because every time I tell you something bad about your mother, you say she doesn't mean it.""
I had no answer.
The truth was painful because it was accurate.
I had spent years explaining away Evelyn's behavior.
She was lonely.
She was traditional.
She was protective.
She didn't understand modern relationships.
I had built a thousand excuses for her.
And my wife had paid the price.
I took Nia's hand.
"I'm sorry.""
She nodded, but her expression didn't change.
We walked toward the penthouse entrance.
The door was already open.
My mother stood inside, holding a glass of sparkling water.
She wore the same cream suit from the security footage.
When she saw me, she smiled.
"Marcus, darling. There you are.""
Then she noticed Nia.
Her smile disappeared.
"Oh," she said.
"You brought her.""
I stepped in front of my wife.
"What did you do?""
My mother placed her glass on the table.
"Don't be dramatic.""
"Did you pay Denise?""
"That woman has a habit of exaggerating.""
"Did you tell her to keep Nia away from the penthouse?""
My mother looked at Nia.
"I told her to maintain proper security.""
Nia held Grace closer.
"Why didn't you want me upstairs?""
My mother sighed.
"Because this weekend was supposed to be about family.""
I stared at her.
"Nia is my family.""
Evelyn gave a small, dismissive laugh.
"Marcus, you know what I mean.""
"No. Explain it.""
She walked toward the dining table and picked up a folder.
"I have something important to discuss with you.""
I didn't take it.
"Not until you explain why your employee slapped my wife.""
"She isn't my employee.""
"You gave her an envelope.""
My mother's eyes narrowed.
"You've been watching security footage?""
"Yes.""
She placed the folder on the table.
"Then perhaps you should watch the footage from last week, too.""
I frowned.
"What footage?""
My mother looked directly at Nia.
"Ask your wife why she was secretly meeting a lawyer.""
Nia went completely still.
I turned toward her.
"A lawyer?""
Before she could answer, my mother opened the folder and slid a document across the table.
At the top was my daughter's full name.
Grace Carter.
Beneath it was a heading that made my hands tighten into fists.
*TEMPORARY GUARDIANSHIP AGREEMENT.*
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And beside the signature line was my wife's name.
Only it wasn't her handwriting.
