“Daniel,” she said, changing voices so quickly it almost impressed me. “Baby. This isn’t what it looks like.”
I stopped recording and slipped the phone into my pocket.
“What does it look like?” I asked.
She rushed toward me, arms open. “Your mother is confused. She attacked me. I was trying to help.”
My mother whispered, “Daniel—”
“I know,” I said, without looking away from Vanessa.
Vanessa froze.
I walked past her and gently moved my mother behind me. Her shoulder trembled beneath my hand.
Vanessa’s eyes sharpened. Calculation replaced panic.
“You recorded me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Her mouth tightened. “Delete it.”
“No.”
“Daniel.” She lowered her voice. “Think carefully. We have a wedding in three weeks. Press, investors, political donors. You expose this, you humiliate yourself too.”
I looked at her.
She still thought this was negotiation.
So I smiled.
That frightened her more than shouting would have.
“You targeted the wrong woman,” I said. “And you misjudged the wrong man.”
Then I took out my second phone.
Vanessa stared. “What are you doing?”
“Calling security.”
“This is your house.”
“Yes,” I said. “And every room except the bathrooms has internal security cameras.”
Her lips parted.
I watched the reveal land.
The phone recording had been insurance.
The house had already seen everything.
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