Chapter 7 - The Woman Who Profited
I stared at Natalie's name on the corporate registration.
For a moment, I felt almost foolish.
I'd wanted to believe the woman at my dinner table had finally found a conscience.
But perhaps she was simply trying to protect herself.
Perhaps the two people who had betrayed my marriage were now competing to decide which one would carry the blame.
Lena remained on the phone.
“Madeline, this doesn't establish that Natalie received the money personally.”
“But she's connected.”
“Yes. And that connection needs an explanation.”
“Could Graham have used her name without permission?”
“Possibly. But we shouldn't assume either way.”
I closed my eyes.
I was so tired of not knowing what to believe.
That evening, Tessa arranged a meeting with Natalie at a quiet café in Westport.
It wasn't a confrontation I wanted.
It was a conversation I needed.
Natalie arrived ten minutes early.
She looked different without Graham beside her.
Less polished.
More exhausted.
There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and she kept her coat folded across her lap.
Tessa sat beside me.
I placed the registration document on the table.
“Tell me what this is.”
Natalie looked down.
Her face changed immediately.
“Where did you get that?”
I felt a bitter sense of recognition.
“That's becoming everyone's favorite question.”
She closed her eyes.
“Madeline—”
“Were you involved with Northline Materials?”
A long silence followed.
“Yes.”
I felt something inside me sink.
“Did you approve the payments from Haven House?”
“Some of the paperwork passed through me.”
“That isn't what I asked.”
She folded her hands.
“I approved one vendor registration. I signed documents confirming that Northline had been added to Whitmore Renewal's approved supplier list.”
“Did you know it wasn't doing the work?”
“Not at first.”
Tessa leaned forward.
“When did you become aware there might be a problem?”
Natalie hesitated.
“About five weeks ago. I noticed the payment amounts didn't match the work I could verify.”
“What did you do?”
“I confronted Graham.”
“And?”
“He told me Northline was being used for temporary intercompany arrangements until the other project closed.”
Tessa made a note.
“Did you accept that explanation?”
Natalie looked miserable.
“I wanted to.”
I stared at her.
“You wanted to?”
“I know how that sounds.”
“Do you? Because women and children are living in unfinished rooms while money has been sent to companies you helped register.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I didn't understand how serious it was until I started checking the invoices.”
“You worked in acquisitions, Natalie. You understood contracts.”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn't you speak up?”
She stared at her coffee.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Of Graham?”
“Of losing my job. Of what he'd say about me. Of everything I'd allowed myself to become involved in.”
I leaned back.
“And the affair?”
She flinched.
“That was my choice.”
I hadn't expected her to say it so plainly.
No excuse.
No attempt to make Graham responsible for both sides of the relationship.
“I knew he was married,” she continued. “I knew about your pregnancy. I told myself stories that made it easier to live with what I was doing.”
“What stories?”
“That your marriage was already ending. That he was unhappy. That nobody would be hurt because the relationship was over in every way except on paper.”
I thought about all the nights I'd waited for Graham to come home.
All the appointments he'd missed.
All the moments I'd wondered whether I had stopped being enough.
“And you believed him?”
“I chose to believe him.”
That answer hurt because it was honest.
I took a breath.
“Did you personally receive any money connected to these transactions?”
Natalie went pale.
Tessa looked up.
“Natalie, you should consider obtaining independent legal counsel before answering detailed questions about possible financial misconduct.”
Natalie nodded.
“I already contacted someone.”
“Good,” Tessa said. “Then we shouldn't ask you to compromise your position. But Madeline needs to know whether you're being truthful about having benefited.”
Natalie's eyes filled again.
“I received a performance bonus.”
“How much?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“Two hundred and forty thousand dollars.”
I sat perfectly still.
For a moment, I couldn't hear the café around us.
Two hundred and forty thousand dollars.
Money that could have purchased heating equipment.
Finished family apartments.
Provided emergency housing for people with nowhere else to go.
I knew we didn't yet have proof that the bonus came directly from charitable funds.
But the amount made me feel sick.
“You accepted it?”
“Yes.”
“After you knew something was wrong?”
She looked down.
“I knew there were questions. I didn't know the full extent.”
I couldn't speak.
Natalie wiped her cheeks.
“I'm not asking you to forgive me.”
“That's good.”
She nodded.
“I deserve that.”
I looked through the café window.
A father was helping his little daughter climb into the backseat of a car.
He fastened her seat belt, kissed the top of her head, and closed the door.
Such a small, ordinary gesture.
For some reason, it nearly destroyed me.
I had wanted my daughter to grow up believing she could trust her father.
Now I didn't know what kind of man he truly was.
Tessa placed a hand near mine.
“We should end this meeting for now. Natalie's attorney can coordinate any further disclosure.”
Natalie nodded.
But before she stood, she reached into her handbag.
“There is something I need to tell you.”
I looked at her.
“If it's another excuse, please don't.”
“It isn't.”
She removed her phone.
On the screen was the photograph that had started everything.
Graham kissing her outside the Langham Hotel.
I stared at it.
“Why are you showing me that?”
Natalie swallowed.
“Because you deserve to know where it came from.”
I looked into her eyes.
And something in her expression made me go still.
“You sent it?”
She nodded.
My chest tightened.
“You were the one who sent me that picture?”
“Yes.”
I stared at her, unable to understand.
“You were sleeping with my husband. You were accepting money from his company. You knew about the missing funds.”
Her face crumpled.
“Yes.”
“Then why would you send me proof of your own affair?”
Natalie gripped the edge of the table.
“Because Graham found out I was questioning the transactions.”
She took a shaky breath.
“And he told me that if anyone discovered what happened at Haven House, he would make sure I was the one who went to prison.”
I looked at the woman across from me.
She had betrayed me.
She had profited from a company connected to questionable transactions.
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And now she was telling me that the photograph exposing the affair hadn't been an accident.
It had been a warning.
