Chapter 13 - OLIVIA'S LAST PLAN
Thomas Bennett had kept Olivia's letter for sixteen months because she had ordered him to.
"If I tell Arthur before I have proof," she wrote, "he'll confront his father and Charles. They'll bury it to protect the company."
She knew us too well.
I sat at the dining-room table reading the words while Thomas held Maya.
Olivia's plan had been simple.
Meet federal financial investigators.
Turn over the Vantage records.
Then tell me everything after she had independent protection for the evidence.
She had scheduled the meeting for 9:00 a.m. Friday.
Her crash happened Thursday night.
That timing was ugly.
Still not proof of murder.
The letter identified Vanessa by full name.
Olivia believed Vanessa's main objective was money and access, not me personally.
Then one paragraph changed the emotional shape of the story.
"Vanessa asked what would happen to Arthur if the company collapsed. I told her he would survive it. She smiled and said, 'Not if he loses everything else first.'"
I read it twice.
Vanessa had never needed me dead.
A dead CEO triggered insurance, estate review, outside counsel, and scrutiny.
A grieving CEO was easier.
Distracted.
Guilty.
Lonely.
Trusting.
My stomach turned as I remembered our first months together.
Vanessa never pushed.
She listened.
She learned when I couldn't sleep.
She encouraged Nathan to "take more off my plate."
She said Olivia would have wanted me to live again.
Every tenderness now had a question attached to it.
Thomas watched me.
"You loved her."
"I thought I did."
"No. You loved who she built for you."
That hurt more.
Detective Reed reviewed Olivia's planned federal meeting and confirmed it existed in an old calendar recovered from her cloud account.
But there was a problem.
The appointment had been canceled at 7:52 p.m. Thursday.
Forty-three minutes before Olivia's crash.
The cancellation came from Olivia's phone.
If Olivia canceled it herself, perhaps she had changed her mind.
If someone else used her phone, they had access before she died.
Thomas then placed Olivia's original letter envelope on the table.
The postmark was Wednesday.
So she still intended to proceed less than two days before the crash.
I made a mistake then.
I called Nathan before Reed could stop me.
"Did you know about the federal meeting?"
Nathan went silent.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
My chest tightened.
"How?"
"Olivia told me Thursday afternoon."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I begged her to cancel it."
The trusted person who had begun earning back my faith had just become suspicious again.
And this time, the question wasn't about money.
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It was about the last hours of my wife's life.
📖 Nathan swore he only begged Olivia to protect the company, but his phone records put him near the road where she died. 👇
