Her voice was smooth, like expensive silk, but I could hear the sudden strain in it.

“I thought you were at the office finalizing the hotel merger.”

“I was,” Jonathan said.

“Until Benjamin brought me the original files from the fertility clinic.”

“The real ones, Rebecca.”

There was a long, suffocating silence on the line.

The cab jerked violently as we hit a deep pothole on the bridge.

I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, ignoring the wet glass of the window against my shoulder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rebecca said.

“Those files are private medical records.”

“They were lies,” Jonathan roared.

The sound was so loud it made me flinch in the back of the cab.

“You and Harrison changed them five years ago.”

“You paid the clinic director to falsify my fertility reports.”

“You made me believe I could never have children.”

“You made me believe Mariana was lying to me when she told me she was pregnant.”

I held my breath, tears stinging my eyes at the memory of that terrible day.