I thought my mother would hesitate. But to my surprise, she agreed almost immediately. “All right. I’ll handle this myself.”
Her voice was calm, but beneath that composure was anger she’d buried for years.
“If it hadn’t been for Zamora’s mother, that nanny, switching you two while I was unconscious from a difficult labor, you wouldn’t have grown up in an orphanage for more than ten years! We missed you because of her!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she went on. “I’ll make sure Zamora leaves. And Marcel, her mother—she won’t escape either. I’ll have the lawyers gather evidence and send her to prison.”
I shut my eyes, feeling a sting in my nose, “Thanks, Mom.”
Her tone softened at once. “Silly child, don’t think too much. Your birthday is coming up next week. I’ll hold a grand homecoming party for you, so everyone knows you are the real daughter of the Lumleys.”
Then she added gently, “And about your engagement, I’ve already set you up with someone.”
I replied quietly. “I’ll listen to you, Mom.”
After a few seconds of silence, I reminded her. “Don’t tell Zamora about the birthday party yet. And… about those investments I asked you to arrange before, stop them all.”
“Okay, I’ll do as you say,” she replied casually.
Not long after we hung up, a message from an unknown number popped up on my phone.
[The one who isn’t loved is the third party. Do you know? A month ago, when you were robbed abroad and called for help, Ross was in a hotel just two streets away from you. He made love with me seven times.]
I froze for a few seconds, my breath catching in my throat.
Another message came right after.
[The car accident was just a warning. If you keep clinging to him, next time, I’ll take your life.]
My fingers trembled. A chill spread through me, bone-deep and cold.
So today’s car accident… wasn’t an accident after all.
Zamora…
It turned out, she set it up!
My vision burned red as my hands clenched into fists, my knuckles whitening.
A moment later, I forced myself to take a deep breath and calm down. I took screenshots of the texts and sent them to the assistant my mother had assigned to me, instructing her to investigate every suspicious detail about the crash.
Zamora killed my child. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it!
Once everything was arranged, I opened the Instagram video again.