Chapter 6 - My Mother’s Investment
Margaret asked to see me.
Her attorney transmitted request.
I refused.
Then she sent a written statement.
Not apology.
Explanation.
She invested in Vantage because Miles told her it serviced government litigation and had guaranteed contracts.
He did not call it guaranteed return, technically.
She wanted income.
Then he became confidant.
Why?
Because I had begun pulling away after marriage.
My mother interpreted ordinary boundaries as loss.
She had a key to my first condo.
She helped choose furniture.
Called daily.
Then Elena.
I stopped answering every call.
Changed holiday plans.
Bought house with my wife.
Margaret called it isolation.
Miles told her:
“You’re right to be concerned.”
He gave her professional vocabulary.
“Coercive.”
“Unstable.”
“Maternal risk.”
“Alienation.”
My mother loved labels because labels made cruelty sound clinical.
Then she admitted lying in affidavits.
That mattered.
She knew Elena never threatened to disappear.
She knew Elena never threatened baby.
She signed anyway.
Why?
Because she believed end justified.
If I separated before birth, she could “help.”
Then the USB.
She claimed she believed legitimate.
Likely true.
Then entering my office at home with Miles.
She knew I had not authorized.
She said Miles told her:
“Adrian asked but cannot put request in writing.”
That should have been obvious.
She wanted believe.
Then assault.
No excuse.
She wrote:
I lost control when Elena said she had proof.
Then:
I was afraid she would destroy your career.
Not protect career.
Protect Miles’s version of career.
Then:
I did not know Miles was leaking investigations.
Evidence supported.
No proof Margaret knew financial crimes.
But she had helped computer intrusion and false documentation.
Potential charges.
Then she wrote:
I never wanted Elena dead.
Good.
Then:
I wanted her gone.
That was worse in its honesty.
Not killed.
Removed from marriage.
Out of house.
Away from baby.
Then:
I thought if she left, you would need me.
There.
I read three times.
My mother had turned love into dependency.
Miles weaponized.
But he did not create it.
Then I finally agreed to interview with her as witness, not family reconciliation.
Police present.
Attorneys.
I asked one question.
“Did you know the screenshots were fake?”
“At first no.”
“When did you know?”
She looked down.
“When Elena showed me one had wrong date.”
My body went cold.
“How long before assault?”
“About a week.”
“So for a week you knew Miles had forged messages from me.”
“Yes.”
“And still worked with him.”
She cried.
“I thought he was doing it because you were afraid to say things directly.”
That did not make sense.
“Mom.”
“I know.”
“No. Say actual reason.”
She looked at me.
“Because the messages were what I wanted you to believe.”
There.
She used forgery because it matched her desired reality.
Then:
“Did you ever ask Miles why Harbor Crest mattered?”
“He said your case could make enemies.”
“Did he say he was one?”
“No.”
Then:
“Did he tell you to install USB?”
“Yes.”
“Did you know it could access work files?”
“No.”
Likely.
Then:
“Did you tell Elena I would let you raise baby?”
“Yes.”
“Did you believe?”
She hesitated.
“Yes.”
The room disappeared.
I whispered:
“Why?”
“Because I raised you.”
“That is not answer.”
“I knew how to do it.”
“You were sixty-four.”
“I’m capable.”
“Elena is her mother.”
“She was making you unstable.”
I laughed.
Then stopped.
My mother still half-believed.
I stood.
“Interview over.”
Her attorney objected? No, I was not interviewer. I left.
Behind me Margaret said:
“Adrian, please.”
I turned.
“You didn't lose access because Miles tricked you.”
Her face crumpled.
“You lost access because when someone handed you lies about my wife, you used them because they gave you what you wanted.”
That was the day I stopped thinking of Margaret as another victim of Miles.
She had been manipulated.
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And she had also chosen.
Both would matter in court.
