For several seconds after the call ended, nobody spoke.
I kept the phone against my ear even though the line was already dead.
Priya reached for it gently.
"Don't call him back."
"I wasn't going to."
"Good."
Lena looked at the documents spread across the table.
"What did he say?"
I told them.
Celeste isn't what you think.
Priya considered the sentence.
"It's carefully worded."
"Meaning?"
"It doesn't tell us anything."
I looked at the invoice again.
"Maybe it tells us what he wants me to think."
"Possibly."
I had learned something about Caleb during the past two days.
When he was frightened, he became precise.
Not honest.
Precise.
He chose words that could later be defended.
He never said, I didn't take the money.
He said, The money was temporary.
He never said, I didn't know about the transfer.
He said, It's complicated.
Now he was saying Celeste wasn't what I thought.
He had left the rest for me to imagine.
Priya returned to the records.
"We need to identify every payment to or from Celeste."
Lena began searching.
There were nine.
The first was small.
The second larger.
The third was a hotel.
Then the luxury purchase.
Then apartment expenses.
Then consulting fees.
The total was substantial.
But the pattern still didn't prove what I feared.
There could be legitimate explanations.
We needed more.
Lena found an email.
It had been sent from Caleb to the company's former accountant.
The subject line was simple.
"Celeste."
The message was only three sentences long.
Keep her payments classified as advisory.
Do not include her personal address on the reports.
I'll handle the rest.
I felt my stomach tighten.
"That's bad."
Priya nodded.
"It is concerning."
"Why would he hide her address?"
"We don't know."
"Because he's having an affair?"
Priya looked at me.
"We don't know that."
I appreciated her restraint.
Still, the question hurt.
Not because I had proof.
Because suddenly the possibility existed.
I had spent years thinking Caleb was secretive about money.
Maybe he had been secretive about other things too.
I remembered his late nights.
His phone always face down.
The passwords he changed.
The weekends when he claimed to have client meetings.
The hotel receipts I had never questioned because I trusted him.
I felt a wave of anger at myself.
Priya noticed.
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Rewrite your entire marriage in your head using information you didn't have."
I looked at her.
"You think I shouldn't?"
"I think you should separate what you know from what you suspect."
She pointed to the table.
"We know money moved."
She pointed to the email.
"We know Caleb instructed the accountant to classify Celeste's payments as advisory."
Then to the forged documents.
"We know someone used your signature."
She paused.
"We do not yet know whether Celeste was a romantic partner."
I nodded.
The distinction mattered.
Even if my emotions wanted a simpler story.
By noon, Lena found the first major break.
A client account had received a refund.
The refund had been processed through Cedar Coast Events.
Vivian's company had returned money that belonged to a Rowe Strategy Group client.
The amount matched one of the transfers from the previous week.
"What was the client owed?" I asked.
Lena checked.
"Exactly this amount."
"So the money went out, sat with Vivian's company, and came back."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"We don't know."
Priya leaned closer.
"Check the dates."
Lena did.
The money had been returned two days after a bank compliance inquiry.
I looked at Priya.
"Someone was asking questions."
"Apparently."
The next file contained the compliance notice.
A bank had questioned unusual transfers between Rowe Strategy Group and Cedar Coast Events.
Caleb had responded that the transactions were legitimate intercompany advances.
I stared at the explanation.
"Was Cedar Coast actually a subsidiary?"
"No."
"Then why call them intercompany?"
Priya's expression tightened.
"That is something we'll ask."
My phone buzzed.
Another message from Caleb.
Please stop digging.
I showed Priya.
She didn't speak.
A second message arrived.
You don't understand who you're hurting.
I typed a response.
Then deleted it.
Instead, I put the phone away.
The afternoon brought another discovery.
Celeste Ward was not a stranger to the company.
She had worked for Rowe Strategy Group years earlier.
Her employment had ended abruptly.
The personnel file described her as a financial analyst.
Her resignation letter was dated four years earlier.
But there was a handwritten note on the final page.
Caleb had written it.
Do not contact her again.
I stared at the sentence.
"Why would he write that?"
Priya read the page.
"That's what we need to know."
Lena searched old correspondence.
An email surfaced from the same period.
Celeste had written to Caleb about "the missing reconciliation."
He replied:
I'll handle it.
You don't need to worry.
The phrase made my skin prickle.
"What reconciliation?"
Lena kept searching.
Then she found an attachment.
A spreadsheet.
The numbers were old.
Four years old.
But one account name appeared repeatedly.
Cedar Coast.
I looked at the date.
The company didn't exist then.
Not officially.
Priya leaned over the screen.
"That's not Vivian's company."
"Then what is it?"
Lena checked archived registrations.
There had once been another business using the same name in another state.
It had dissolved years earlier.
The old Cedar Coast had been connected to a financial-services company.
Celeste had worked there before joining Caleb.
I looked at Priya.
"So Vivian's company was named after an old business?"
"Maybe."
"Why?"
"We don't know."
Then Lena found something that changed the direction of the investigation.
The dissolved company had been involved in handling escrow funds.
Client money.
I stared at the screen.
"Is that why Celeste was hired?"
"Possibly."
Priya opened another document.
Celeste's employment records showed that she specialized in compliance and account reconciliation.
Suddenly, the strange payments looked different.
Maybe Celeste wasn't the secret woman I had imagined.
Maybe she was the person Caleb had been paying to solve a problem.
Or hide one.
I asked whether we could contact her.
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"Because if Caleb realizes we're looking for her, he may warn her."
I hated that answer because it made sense.
The next morning, Priya received an email from an unknown address.
The subject line contained only my name.
Inside was one sentence.
You are looking in the wrong place.
There was an attachment.
A photograph.
It showed Caleb outside a bank.
Beside him stood Celeste Ward.
They were not touching.
They were not smiling.
But Celeste was handing him a folder.
The date was three years earlier.
I looked at Priya.
"Who sent this?"
"We don't know."
"Why?"
"To redirect us."
I studied the photograph.
Caleb looked younger.
Less tired.
Celeste looked serious.
There was no obvious intimacy between them.
Just business.
Then I noticed the folder.
A small label was visible along the edge.
Alder House.
My heart stopped.
"That's my entity."
Priya zoomed the photograph.
The label was unmistakable.
I looked at her.
"Why would Celeste have documents about Alder House three years before the current problem?"
"We don't know."
"Then we need to find out."
That afternoon, we finally found her.
Celeste's professional records listed a new address outside the city.
Priya contacted her attorney.
The response came within an hour.
Celeste would speak with us.
But only once.
And only if I came without Caleb.
The meeting was scheduled for the following morning.
Before I left the office, Priya stopped me.
"There is something you need to understand."
"What?"
"If Celeste was involved in the old financial problem, she may not be an ally."
"I know."
"She may also not be your enemy."
"I know."
"And whatever she tells you, we verify it."
I nodded.
The next morning, I arrived at a quiet café on the east side of town.
Celeste was already there.
She stood when I approached.
She was younger than I expected.
Perhaps thirty-eight.
Dark hair pulled into a loose knot.
No jewelry except a plain watch.
She looked at me for a long moment.
Then she said my name.
"Mara."
I sat across from her.
"You know who I am."
"Yes."
"How?"
She folded her hands.
"Because Caleb talked about you."
My heart tightened.
"What did he say?"
"That you were the one person he couldn't afford to lose."
I stared at her.
"That doesn't sound like him."
Celeste gave a tired smile.
"You don't know him as well as you think."
I felt the old anger return.
"Then tell me who you are."
She looked toward the window.
"I'm the reason your grandmother's trust exists."
The words left me speechless.
Celeste reached into her bag.
She placed a small envelope on the table.
And when I saw Estelle's handwriting across the front, I knew the next thing I learned would change everything.
Click here to continue reading: PART 7: Celeste Placed Estelle’s Sealed Letter on the Table, and Its First Sentence Explained Why My Grandmother Had Never Trusted Caleb With My Future
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