Chapter 5 - The Web of DeceitTwo days passed in a tense, agonizing blur.

Baby Hope miraculously survived the critical forty-eight-hour window, but she remained on full life support in the NICU. Meanwhile, the news of the "Thanksgiving Balcony Poisoning" had leaked to the local press, igniting a massive wave of public outrage.

On the third morning, Detective Miller—the lead investigator on the case—entered my hospital room.

“Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance,” Miller said, setting a heavy Manila folder on the bedside table. “We executed a search warrant on Paola Ross’s apartment and her personal computer yesterday evening. What we found goes far beyond a sudden act of jealousy.”

Alejandro straightened up. “What do you mean?”

Detective Miller pulled out several printed documents and plastic evidence bags.

“We searched her browser history,” Miller revealed. “For the past three months, Paola had been searching for terms like: ‘How to cause a miscarriage without leaving traces,’ ‘Synthetic Pitocin purchase online,’ ‘Toxicity limits of Ergotamine,’ and ‘Can cold weather cause premature labor death?’”

I gasped, covering my mouth as a wave of nausea washed over me. This wasn't an impulse decision made during a holiday argument. This was a calculated, pre-meditated assassination attempt on my unborn baby.

“That’s not all,” Detective Miller continued, dropping another file onto the bed. “We tracked where she bought the prescription-grade Pitocin. She didn't buy it online. She obtained it directly from a local fertility clinic where she works as an administrative assistant.”

“She stole medical-grade labor-inducing drugs from her own employer?” Alejandro asked, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Yes. She forged a doctor’s signature on a requisition slip two weeks ago,” Miller stated. “And there is one final piece of evidence we found hidden in a locked safe in her bedroom.”

Miller pulled out a copy of a legal document.

“It’s a life insurance policy,” Miller said, looking directly at Alejandro. “A policy taken out on your wife and unborn child six weeks ago. Paola forged your signature as a co-signer, naming herself as the primary beneficiary in the event of accidental death or maternal mortality during childbirth. The payout was 1.5 million dollars.”

The room seemed to lose all oxygen.

She didn't just hate me. She didn't just want to keep me from going to Chicago.

She wanted me and my baby dead for cold, hard cash.

“That evil, twisted monster...” Alejandro whispered, his voice shaking with pure disgust. “She set up the entire Thanksgiving dinner. She insisted my mother’s kitchen be remodeled at that specific time so the dinner would have to be at our apartment!”

“Correct,” Detective Miller nodded. “She deliberately planned to poison your wife, lock her outside to accelerate the fetal distress, and ensure that by the time you returned from the trash rooms, Maya would be dead or past the point of medical recovery—making it look like a tragic, pregnancy-related health failure caused by accidental exposure to the cold.”

“Where is she now?” I asked, my voice deadly quiet, all tears gone, replaced by a cold, sharp rage.

“She’s currently being held at the County Jail without bail,” Miller replied. “The District Attorney is upgrading the charges to Attempted First-Degree Murder, Premeditated Child Abuse, Grand Larceny, and Fraud.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and a hospital administrator walked in with a nervous expression, followed by two security guards.

“Mr. and Mrs. Vance?” the administrator asked cautiously. “We have a situation downstairs in the lobby. Your mother-in-law, Elena, has brought a private defense attorney and a news crew. She is demanding that you drop the criminal charges against her daughter, claiming you are framing Paola to steal the family inheritance.”

Alejandro stood up slowly, his expression transforming into something cold and terrifying.

“She brought a news crew?” Alejandro asked softly.

“Yes, sir. They are live-streaming outside the entrance.”

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“Maya,” Alejandro said softly, adjusting his jacket. “It’s time we give the news crew the real story.”