Chapter 5: The Man I Buried
The voice from the basement stopped every thought in my mind.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
I stared at the dark doorway, waiting for whoever was standing below to step into the light.
But the person didn’t.
The voice came again.
“David…”
My knees nearly gave out.
Because I knew that voice.
I had heard it countless times before.
At family dinners.
At business meetings.
During late-night conversations when we stayed awake talking about our futures.
A voice that belonged to someone I trusted.
Someone I had buried.
“No,” I whispered.
Ethan looked up at me.
“Dad?””
I couldn’t answer.
My eyes stayed fixed on the basement.
Michael looked away.
Victoria started crying.
And that was when I understood.
They weren’t afraid because the truth was coming out.
They were afraid because someone else was about to reveal it.
A figure slowly stepped out from the shadows.
An older man.
Gray hair.
A tired face.
A scar above his eyebrow.
My entire body went numb.
“Thomas?””
My older brother stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
For three years, I had believed Thomas Carter was dead.
A car accident.
A closed casket funeral.
A family tragedy that left me with one less person in my life.
Now he was standing in front of me.
Alive.
My voice barely worked.
“You’re dead.””
Thomas looked at me with shame in his eyes.
“I know.””
Ethan moved closer to me.
“Dad… who is he?””
I put my arm around my son.
“My brother.””
Thomas slowly walked upstairs.
Every step felt like a reminder of every lie I had believed.
“When did you find out?”” I asked.
He stopped.
“I never died.””
The room felt colder.
“I disappeared.””
My hands shook.
“Why?””
Thomas looked at Victoria.
Then Michael.
“Because they needed someone else to take the blame.””
Michael immediately stepped forward.
“Don’t listen to him.””
Thomas looked at him.
“You’re still lying after all this?””
Michael’s expression changed.
For the first time, he looked nervous.
I looked between them.
“What happened?””
Thomas took a deep breath.
“Three years ago, I discovered what Victoria and Michael were planning.””
Victoria’s face tightened.
“You don’t know the whole story.””
Thomas ignored her.
“They were using Ethan’s trust fund to control the company. But they needed you emotionally broken first.””
I felt sick.
“They staged everything?””
Thomas nodded.
“The accident. The funeral. My disappearance.””
I stared at him.
“My funeral?””
Thomas lowered his eyes.
“I was forced to leave before I could expose them.””
Ethan’s voice was quiet.
“Why didn’t you come back?””
Thomas looked at my son.
And his face broke.
“Because every time I tried, they threatened you.””
The room went silent.
My anger turned into something heavier.
Pain.
Three years.
My son was trapped.
My brother was hiding.
And I was mourning people who were never gone.
I turned toward Victoria.
“How could you?””
She wiped her tears.
“I was scared.””
“Scared?””
I stepped closer.
“You took my son.””
Her voice cracked.
“I thought I could fix it.””
Ethan stared at her.
“You left me alone.””
Victoria looked at him.
For the first time, she seemed to understand what she had done.
But before she could answer, Michael interrupted.
“This is pointless.””
Everyone turned.
Michael looked toward the entrance.
“You all think revealing the past changes anything?””
I stared at him.
“What are you talking about?””
He smiled faintly.
“The evidence is already gone.””
Thomas’s face changed.
“What did you do?””
Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“While you were all busy with your emotional reunion…”
My heart sank.
“…someone was removing the files.””
Robert immediately looked toward his briefcase.
“No.””
He opened it.
The folders were missing.
Only empty spaces remained.
Michael smiled.
“You should have protected your evidence better.””
Hannah stepped forward.
“You planned this.””
Michael looked at her.
“I planned everything.””
The confidence in his voice made my stomach twist.
Then Ethan suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Dad.””
I looked down.
He was staring at the recorder.
“It’s not just the recordings.””
“What?””
He held it up.
“I copied something else.””
Michael’s expression changed.
“What did you copy?””
Ethan looked at him.
“The thing you were most afraid of.””
Nobody moved.
Michael’s confidence disappeared.
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And for the first time that night…
He looked terrified.
