Until Adrian.
A retired Mercer security director met us there before dawn.
She brought clothes.
A doctor came through a rear entrance and took blood samples from me.
That confused me.
“Why blood?”
Noah looked uncomfortable.
“You’ve been sick.”
“I’ve been stressed.”
“Heart palpitations.”
“Dizziness.”
“Headaches.”
“Exhaustion.”
I stared.
“How do you know all that?”
“You complain to me constantly.”
Fair.
Then Noah handed the doctor a small cosmetic bottle.
My night serum.
Adrian had given it to me for our anniversary.
Imported.
Ridiculously expensive.
I looked from the bottle to Noah.
“You tested this?”
“A preliminary sample.”
“And?”
The doctor interrupted.
“We don’t speculate before laboratory confirmation.”
Which meant something was wrong.
I sat down.
Every morning Adrian prepared breakfast when he was home.
He had become obsessed with making me “health drinks” after I started complaining about fatigue.
Vitamin powders.
Electrolyte drops.
Supplements.
He told me I worked too hard.
Told doctors I was under enormous stress.
Encouraged me to sleep more.
All while my body slowly stopped feeling like mine.
“You think he was making me sick.”
Noah didn’t answer.
That was answer enough.
At 6:40 a.m., another discovery arrived.
Not from hidden microphones.
From Mercer Holdings’ own systems.
Noah’s security director had spent months preserving copies of access logs and document activity involving Adrian.
After news of the river incident began circulating, Adrian accessed a restricted corporate data room from our home.
Within forty minutes.
He opened three documents.
My shareholder agreement.
The marital estate trust.
And a purchase option involving Mercer Holdings’ Evermere River terminal.
The last one mattered.
Years earlier, Mercer Holdings had signed a complicated financing agreement allowing certain strategic assets to be sold quickly under emergency conditions if a controlling shareholder became incapacitated or died.
It existed to protect the company from debt collapse.
Adrian had apparently found another use for it.
A shell company connected to his father had been quietly accumulating minority debt positions.
