Chapter 13 - THE LAST DINNER AT WHITAKER HOUSE
My mother asked to meet Mara.
Mara initially refused.
Then she changed her mind.
“I need to hear her say it.”
“You don’t owe her anything.”
“I’m not doing it for her.”
We went to Whitaker House together.
No boys.
No cameras.
Two attorneys waited in another room.
My mother sat alone at the dining table.
There were three place settings.
Mara looked at them.
“We’re not eating.”
My mother dismissed the staff.
The doors closed.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Then Eleanor looked at Mara.
“You look well.”
Mara almost laughed.
“I spent three nights wondering where my children would sleep.”
My mother lowered her eyes.
“That was not supposed to happen.”
“Your company cut my hours.”
“I intended pressure.”
“You intended fear.”
“Yes.”
The admission stunned even me.
Mara sat down.
“Why?”
My mother looked at me.
“Because Adrian was going to choose you.”
Mara frowned.
“He already had.”
“No.”
My mother’s voice was calm.
“He loved you.”
She paused.
“That was different.”
I stared at her.
“You thought love was the problem?”
“I thought it made you reckless.”
“Reckless enough to marry someone I wanted?”
“Reckless enough to abandon everything your grandfather built.”
Mara shook her head.
“I never asked him to abandon anything.”
“I know.”
“Then why hate me?”
“I didn’t hate you.”
Mara laughed bitterly.
“That almost makes it worse.”
My mother’s expression finally cracked.
“You made him question us.”
“Who?”
“His family.”
I leaned forward.
“You mean you.”
She looked at me.
“Yes.”
There it was.
Not money alone.
Not control alone.
Fear.
My mother had spent my entire life designing my future.
Then Mara entered it without permission.
“She was the first person you chose whom I had not introduced.”
My mother’s voice became quieter.
“You changed around her.”
“I was happy.”
“You became willing to say no to me.”
Mara stared at her.
“So you erased me.”
“I believed he would move on.”
“He didn’t.”
“No.”
My mother looked at me.
“You became colder.”
I laughed.
“You destroyed the relationship that made me happy and then wondered why I became colder?”
Tears appeared in her eyes.
I had seen my mother cry only twice.
I felt nothing close to victory.
Mara asked the question that mattered most.
“When you learned there were four babies, why didn’t you stop?”
My mother’s face tightened.
“By then, too much had happened.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“The trust became a factor.”
“There.”
Mara nodded.
“That’s the truth.”
My mother said nothing.
“You were afraid of losing control.”
“Yes.”
“How much money were my sons worth to you?”
“Mara.”
“No.”
Her voice sharpened.
“You called them a vulnerability.”
My mother looked at the table.
“Twelve percent.”
Silence.
Mara closed her eyes.
Four children.
Twelve percent.
Three percent each.
That was the mathematics behind six stolen years.
Then Mara stood.
“I used to imagine this conversation.”
My mother looked up.
“I thought I’d scream.”
She shook her head.
“But I’m too tired.”
She moved toward the door.
My mother called after her.
“Will I ever meet them?”
Mara stopped.
I looked at her.
The choice belonged to her as much as it did to me.
She turned slowly.
“I don’t know.”
My mother’s face fell.
Mara continued.
“But if you ever do, you will not tell them you did this because you loved their father.”
Eleanor stared at her.
“You will tell them the truth.”
“What truth?”
“That you wanted control more than you wanted him happy.”
My mother began crying silently.
Mara opened the door.
I remained behind for one final moment.
My mother looked at me.
“Do you hate me?”
I thought carefully.
“No.”
Her face lifted.
“But I don’t trust you.”
That hurt her more.
“I don’t know if I ever will again.”
I removed my grandfather’s cuff links.
The same ones I had planned to wear when proposing to Brielle.
I placed them on the table.
My mother stared at them.
“What are you doing?”
“Returning the future you planned.”
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Then I walked out with Mara.
For the first time in my life, I left Whitaker House without looking back.
