Chapter 5 - THE CATHEDRAL DOORS
The cathedral doors exploded open.
Every head turned.
The choir stopped.
Someone screamed.
I walked slowly down the aisle, arm-in-arm with Richard Whitaker.
For one perfect second, Preston did not understand what he was seeing.
His face stayed frozen in the polite expression he had worn through the service.
Then his eyes found mine.
The color disappeared from his skin.
Vanessa turned.
Her champagne glass slipped from her hand and shattered against the stone floor.
I kept walking.
My ribs hurt with every step.
My wrist throbbed beneath the brace.
My body still carried bruises from Ravenstone.
None of it mattered.
Preston stared at me as though the dead had actually walked into the room.
“Madison?”
His voice barely reached us.
I stopped ten feet from the coffin.
“Yes.”
Someone behind me whispered my name.
Phones appeared everywhere.
Camera shutters began firing.
Preston stepped backward.
“That’s impossible.”
I looked at the empty coffin.
“You seem disappointed.”
His mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Vanessa recovered first.
She grabbed Preston’s arm.
“We need to leave.”
Richard’s voice crossed the cathedral.
“No.”
Vanessa froze.
Richard released my arm and stepped slightly ahead of me.
“You are going nowhere.”
Preston looked at him.
Recognition arrived slowly.
“Richard Whitaker.”
“My name seems familiar to you.”
Preston swallowed.
Richard looked toward the coffin.
“It should.”
He turned back.
“My company holds the policy you tried to collect after murdering my daughter.”
The cathedral erupted.
Preston actually staggered.
“Your daughter?”
Richard looked at me.
“My daughter.”
I had imagined those words since the mountain.
Hearing them in front of Preston felt like watching an entire world collapse.
Preston stared from Richard to me.
“No.”
I almost laughed.
“That was exactly what I said when I saw the policy you forged.”
His eyes widened.
Vanessa whispered.
“Preston.”
I continued.
“The fifty-million-dollar policy.”
Then I looked directly at her.
“Or should I say seventy-five million with the accidental-death rider?”
Vanessa went pale.
Preston suddenly raised his hands.
“This is insane.”
Detective Cole stood from the third row.
“No, Mr. Vale.”
He opened his jacket enough to show his badge.
“It’s becoming remarkably clear.”
Preston’s head snapped toward him.
“What is this?”
“An investigation.”
“Into what?”
Cole walked into the aisle.
“Attempted murder.”
Silence fell.
Preston laughed.
Too loudly.
“She fell.”
I stared at him.
“You pushed me.”
“You were hysterical.”
“You told me the baby wouldn’t suffer long.”
His eyes flashed.
“That is a lie.”
Detective Cole took out his phone.
“We also recovered evidence from the cliff.”
Preston looked toward the cathedral exit.
Two officers moved in front of it.
Vanessa let go of his arm.
A tiny movement.
But Preston noticed.
“Vanessa.”
She stepped away.
His face changed.
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“You were there.”
People gasped.
Vanessa’s eyes widened.
“You told police she disappeared.”
Preston realized too late what he had done.
Detective Cole smiled faintly.
“That was helpful.”
Vanessa stared at Preston.
“You idiot.”
Preston reached for her.
She recoiled.
“Don’t touch me.”
He lowered his voice.
“We agreed.”
Vanessa looked toward Detective Cole.
“Agreed to what?”
Preston stopped breathing.
Richard looked almost bored.
“You should both keep talking.”
Vanessa’s face hardened.
“This was his idea.”
Preston snapped.
“Shut up.”
“He planned the policy.”
“Vanessa.”
“He forged the signature.”
“You helped.”
The cathedral was completely silent now.
Hundreds of witnesses watched their conspiracy unravel beside my empty coffin.
Vanessa pointed at him.
“You told me she would be declared dead within forty-eight hours.”
Preston grabbed her wrist.
Detective Cole moved instantly.
“Hands off.”
Preston released her.
Then he turned toward me.
The mask finally disappeared.
“You ruined everything.”
I stared at him.
There he was.
The real Preston.
Not the grieving husband.
Not the successful developer.
Not the man who had kissed my stomach and promised our son a beautiful future.
The man from the cliff.
“You pushed your pregnant wife off a mountain.”
My voice remained quiet.
“You ruined everything.”
His eyes dropped to my stomach.
Something ugly moved across his face.
“The baby should have died too.”
Richard moved faster than I expected.
He stepped between us.
Security surrounded Preston before he could take another step.
Detective Cole pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt.
“Preston Vale, turn around.”
Preston’s composure shattered.
“You cannot arrest me because she tells a story.”
Cole grabbed one wrist.
“I’m arresting you based on physical evidence, contradictory statements, financial motive, forged documents, surveillance footage, and several extremely useful things you just said in front of hundreds of witnesses.”
The first cuff closed.
Preston looked at me.
“You think he cares about you?”
His voice was suddenly desperate.
“He didn’t even know you existed.”
Richard went still.
Preston smiled cruelly.
“He missed your entire life.”
I felt Richard tense beside me.
For a moment, the words hurt.
Then I understood what Preston was trying to do.
He was losing everything.
So he needed me to lose something too.
I took Richard’s hand.
“Yes.”
I looked at Preston.
“He missed twenty-eight years.”
Richard looked at me.
I continued.
“But when I was dying on that mountain, he came.”
Preston’s expression faltered.
“You left.”
Detective Cole pulled him away.
Vanessa began backing toward the opposite aisle.
An officer blocked her.
Detective Cole looked at her.
“Ms. Crane, you’ll be coming with us too.”
“I didn’t push her.”
“No.”
I met Vanessa’s eyes.
“You just stood there.”
Vanessa looked away.
The officer cuffed her.
I should have felt victorious.
Instead, the moment everything stopped, exhaustion hit me.
The cathedral tilted.
Richard grabbed my arm.
“Madison?”
My stomach tightened violently.
I gasped.
Then warm liquid ran down my legs.
The entire front of the cathedral seemed to disappear.
Richard stared at the floor.
Then at me.
“My water broke.”
Another contraction seized me.
I grabbed his sleeve.
“Dad.”
The word came without thought.
Richard froze.
I had never called him that before.
His eyes filled.
Then another contraction hit.
His expression changed to panic.
“Doctor.”
Someone shouted for an ambulance.
I almost laughed through the pain.
Preston Vale had planned to leave my funeral seventy-five million dollars richer.
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Instead, he left in handcuffs.
And I left in labor.
