Chapter 12 - THE TRUTH ABOUT CELIA ROWE
Celia contacted me through Evelyn.
She wanted to meet.
My first instinct was to refuse.
Then I read her message.
Hannah, I owe you an apology. I also have information about Margaret.
I stared.
Evelyn advised caution.
We arranged a meeting at her office.
Celia arrived without makeup.
Her hair was tied back.
She looked younger.
And frightened.
She sat opposite me.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then she said:
“I'm sorry.”
I looked at her.
“For what?”
She swallowed.
“For having an affair with your husband.”
I nodded.
She continued.
“And for standing under that wedding arch knowing you were still married.”
My chest tightened.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
I stared.
“Then why did you do it?”
Celia looked down.
“Because I thought he was leaving you.”
I laughed bitterly.
“He wasn't.”
“I know that now.”
She began crying.
“Margaret told me your marriage had been over for months.”
I stared.
“And you believed her?”
“I wanted to.”
The honesty surprised me.
Celia explained that the Malibu ceremony had been presented as a symbolic commitment event tied to a major investment campaign.
Margaret had promised that Grant's divorce would be finalized quietly.
Grant had assured Celia that he and I were emotionally separated.
Neither claim was true.
Celia knew enough to ask more questions.
She hadn't.
Then she opened a folder.
“Margaret controlled the campaign budget.”
Evelyn leaned forward.
Celia continued.
“My management company received payments for legitimate promotional work. But some transfers were larger than our contracts.”
I stared.
“Did you keep the money?”
“No. My accountant flagged it.”
She handed Evelyn the records.
“I've already contacted investigators.”
The documents showed that Celia's company had received payments routed through several subsidiaries.
Some were linked to Harborlight.
Others to Pacific Renewal.
Celia said her team had returned or segregated disputed funds once the irregularities became apparent.
Evelyn reviewed the records carefully.
I looked at Celia.
“Why are you helping now?”
She wiped her eyes.
“Because I saw the photograph of your babies.”
My chest tightened.
She continued.
“I knew you were pregnant. I knew you were alone at that appointment.”
I stared.
“You knew where I was?”
Celia nodded.
“Margaret mentioned it.”
The room went silent.
I felt cold.
Margaret had known I was waiting for Grant at the clinic.
She had known the ceremony would be broadcast.
And she'd allowed it to happen.
Celia continued.
“I told myself it wasn't my responsibility.”
She looked at me.
“I was wrong.”
I sat silently for a long time.
Then said:
“I don't know whether I can forgive you.”
Celia nodded.
“I understand.”
“But I appreciate you telling the truth.”
She began crying again.
After she left, Evelyn looked at me.
“How do you feel?”
I stared at the door.
“Strange.”
“Why?”
“Because I spent months imagining Celia as the villain.”
Evelyn nodded.
“She made harmful choices.”
“Yes.”
I looked down.
“But Margaret built the stage.”
That evening, I visited the NICU.
Eleanor was sleeping.
James was awake.
I placed my hand against the incubator.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
He moved his tiny fingers.
I smiled through tears.
Then whispered:
“Your mother is learning something.”
I looked at both babies.
“People can hurt you. People can lie. But you don't have to become cruel to survive.”
Two days later, Margaret Vale was formally charged in connection with financial misconduct.
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The investigation was far from over.
But the woman who had controlled my marriage from the shadows was finally being forced to answer questions.
