Chapter 3: The First Crack in the Lie
Victoria Sterling didn't wait for the detectives to reach her.
She spun around and forced a smile that would have convinced almost anyone else.
"There has to be some misunderstanding."
She laughed softly, smoothing the wrinkles from her designer dress.
"I've been caring for this family while Julian traveled the world looking for his wife."
She glanced toward Clara.
"This poor woman appeared here years ago with no memory of who she was. I gave her food, shelter, and work."
Her voice carried just enough sympathy to sound believable.
"I saved her."
One of the detectives opened a notebook.
"You've claimed that before?"
"Many times."
"And you never reported finding an unidentified woman?"
Victoria hesitated.
"I..."
"I intended to."
"But she became violent whenever we mentioned hospitals."
Julian watched every tiny movement on her face.
She wasn't nervous because she was innocent.
She was nervous because she had rehearsed this lie for years.
"Mr. Vance."
The lead detective turned toward Julian.
"We'll need statements from everyone in the house."
Julian nodded.
"You'll have full cooperation."
He looked toward the frightened staff gathered near the staircase.
"No one here will lose their job for telling the truth."
His voice echoed through the foyer.
"But if anyone lies to protect Victoria..."
"...I won't be able to protect you from the consequences."
The servants exchanged uneasy glances.
Years of fear battled against the chance to finally be free.
No one spoke.
Until a tiny voice broke the silence.
"I'll tell you."
Every head turned.
Emily.
The youngest maid in the estate.
Barely twenty years old.
Her hands trembled as she stepped forward.
Victoria's expression hardened.
"Emily."
The warning in her voice was unmistakable.
Emily flinched.
Julian noticed.
"Come stand beside me."
She hurried across the room.
The moment she reached Julian, she burst into tears.
"I didn't know who she was."
Emily pointed toward Clara.
"I swear I didn't."
"But..."
Victoria's jaw tightened.
Emily took a deep breath.
"Mrs. Sterling told us never to speak to her."
"She said the woman upstairs was dangerous."
"She wasn't allowed to eat with us."
"She wasn't allowed to leave the west wing."
The detective quickly wrote everything down.
"Did you ever see Ms. Sterling hurt her?"
Emily nodded.
Once.
Then twice.
Finally...
She whispered,
"Almost every week."
Victoria laughed again.
The sound was sharper this time.
"She's lying."
"She's terrified."
"She'll say anything Mr. Vance wants to hear."
Julian folded his arms.
"Really?"
He looked toward another servant.
"Daniel."
The groundskeeper slowly lifted his head.
He had worked on the estate for nearly fifteen years.
He avoided looking at Victoria.
"I have a family."
His voice cracked.
"She knew where my daughter went to school."
The room became perfectly still.
Daniel swallowed hard.
"Every time I tried to help Mrs. Vance..."
"Victoria reminded me that accidents happen."
He looked down at his rough hands.
"I was a coward."
Clara quietly walked toward him.
Daniel immediately fell to his knees.
"I'm sorry."
"So sorry."
"I heard you crying."
"I heard you begging."
"I never opened the door."
Clara reached down and gently touched his shoulder.
"You were afraid."
"So was I."
Daniel broke down completely.
Meanwhile...
One detective disappeared toward the west wing with a forensic team.
Less than twenty minutes later...
He returned carrying several evidence bags.
"Detective."
The entire foyer turned toward him.
"We found blood."
Julian's eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"Old blood."
He placed photographs across a nearby table.
The images showed dark stains beneath layers of old paint.
Someone had tried to scrub them away.
Someone had even painted over parts of the wall.
The detective looked at Clara.
"Can you tell us what happened here?"
She stared at the photographs for a long moment.
Her breathing became uneven.
Julian stepped beside her.
"You don't have to."
She slowly nodded.
"I remember."
Everyone waited.
"The first winter..."
She spoke so quietly the room leaned in to hear.
"I tried to escape."
Flashbacks flooded her mind.
Snow.
Bare feet.
The iron gate.
Freedom only a few steps away.
"I almost reached the garden."
Her fingers instinctively wrapped around Julian's hand.
"She caught me."
Victoria suddenly shouted.
"Stop!"
Nobody looked at her.
Clara continued.
"She hit me with the fireplace poker."
Julian felt Clara's grip tighten.
"I woke up..."
"...back in the room."
She looked toward the detective.
"The blood on the wall..."
"...was mine."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then the forensic investigator spoke.
"The blood samples should still contain enough DNA."
He looked directly at Julian.
"If they match Mrs. Vance..."
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't have to.
The evidence would speak for itself.
Victoria's confidence finally cracked.
"This is insane!"
"She has no proof!"
The lead detective calmly replied,
"Actually..."
He held up another evidence bag.
"We found something else."
Inside the clear plastic bag...
Was a small silver locket.
Julian's heart skipped a beat.
He knew that necklace.
He had given it to Clara on their first wedding anniversary.
He stepped closer.
His hands trembled.
The detective carefully opened the locket.
Inside...
Was a tiny photograph.
A younger Julian and Clara.
Smiling.
Happy.
Alive.
The date engraved beneath the picture read:
Forever Begins — June 14
Julian closed his eyes.
He remembered placing that necklace around Clara's neck himself.
She had never taken it off.
Until the day she disappeared.
He slowly looked at Victoria.
"You said..."
"...she arrived here with nothing."
Victoria said nothing.
Julian's voice turned cold enough to freeze the room.
"So tell me..."
"How did my wife's anniversary gift end up hidden beneath the floorboards of the prison you built for her?"
Victoria opened her mouth.
No words came out.
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For the first time in four years...
The lies had finally begun to collapse.
