Chapter 4 - THE BABY WAS NOT THE SCANDAL
Three days later, I saw Noah again.
This time Graham was not with him.
Brielle arrived for a feeding evaluation accompanied by her mother.
I was not assigned to Noah.
The department director made sure of that.
Good.
Professional boundaries mattered.
Still, I saw them from across the therapy gym.
Noah was laughing while another therapist rolled a soft ball toward him.
He clapped.
Brielle watched.
For a moment, she looked like any frightened mother worried about her child.
Then she saw me.
Everything hardened again.
I walked away.
Twenty minutes later, she followed me into the staff corridor.
“Arden.”
“This isn’t appropriate.”
“I need two minutes.”
“No.”
“Please.”
That word stopped me.
Brielle’s face looked different.
No makeup.
No performance.
No Graham.
“What?”
She swallowed.
“I didn’t know about the refinance.”
I said nothing.
“I knew Graham moved money before the divorce.”
There.
“How much did you know?”
“Not everything.”
“That answer is meaningless.”
She closed her eyes.
“He told me the $480,000 was his.”
“And you believed him?”
“I wanted to.”
Better answer.
“He said you had separate retirement assets and he was protecting his business money.”
“Did you know my signature was used?”
“No.”
“Kevin?”
Her face changed.
“My brother told me everything had been reviewed.”
“Your brother got seventy thousand dollars.”
She looked sick.
“I know now.”
For the first time, I believed she had discovered something rather than planned every piece.
That did not make her innocent.
“Were you sleeping with Graham before we separated?”
Brielle froze.
There.
I had never asked directly.
Not even during the divorce.
She whispered:
“Yes.”
My stomach tightened.
Despite everything, that still hurt.
“When?”
“About five months before.”
Five.
Not years.
Not one drunken night.
Five months of my best friend looking me in the face.
“Did you know you were pregnant before my divorce was filed?”
Brielle began crying.
“Yes.”
I nodded.
No scene.
No raised voice.
That seemed to disturb her more.
“You hate me.”
“I don’t know you well enough anymore.”
She covered her mouth.
Then:
“Noah was never supposed to be part of this.”
“He isn’t.”
“Graham keeps saying you’ll take everything.”
“I’m taking nothing from Noah.”
“You could force the house sale.”
“That depends on where the money came from.”
Her eyes filled.
Then she whispered:
“There’s something Graham doesn’t know.”
I stared.
“About what?”
“The house.”
Of course.
Brielle looked toward the therapy room.
Then lowered her voice.
“Northbridge doesn’t own all of it anymore.”
“What?”
“Kevin changed the ownership.”
“When?”
“After Noah was born.”
“To who?”
She hesitated.
Then:
“Noah.”
My stomach tightened.
Graham and Brielle had transferred part of the house into a trust for their one-year-old son.
Perhaps asset protection.
Perhaps estate planning.
Perhaps an attempt to put disputed money beyond my reach.
“Did Graham approve?”
“No.”
That surprised me.
Brielle continued:
“Kevin said it protected Noah if Graham’s company failed.”
“Does Graham know now?”
“No.”
“Why tell me?”
She looked toward the elevators.
“Because Graham thinks Kevin works for him.”
Pause.
“He doesn’t.”
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Then Brielle said the sentence that opened an entirely new problem.
“Kevin has been moving money out of Graham’s company too.”
