PART 3: THE UNMASKING
I immediately contacted a cyber-security specialist to trace the encrypted origin of the burn numbers sent to Rachel and the previous six women.
Within forty-eight hours, the digital footprint led back to an IP address registered at a local boutique marketing agency—a firm owned by my late mother’s former best friend, Eleanor.
I drove straight to Eleanor’s office, my hands shaking on the steering wheel as twelve years of unanswered questions suddenly crashed over me.
When I confronted her in her private office with the digital paper trail, Eleanor didn’t even deny it; instead, her polite facade completely vanished into a bitter glare.
“Your father belonged to your mother, and after she passed, I swore no other woman would ever take her place beside him,” Eleanor said coldly, holding a thick stack of surveillance logs. “I protected her memory when he was ready to forget.”
(The final confrontation will decide my father’s future! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
