Chapter 474 Earth-shattering Secret
Then Victoria's voice broke the silence. "Marlowe, I have a question," Victoria said. "I've looked into your and Abigail's backgrounds—I apologize for doing so without permission. But I discovered something strange: your personal records appear to have been switched. Did you know about this?"
"What? What do you mean?" Marlowe looked genuinely confused.
In the adjacent room, the three men were equally perplexed.
Alexander and Owen turned to Grant, expecting an explanation. Grant merely furrowed his brow, remaining silent while staring intently at the phone on the table.
Victoria's voice continued, "I mean your life history is documented as Abigail's, and hers as yours."
Marlowe shook her head in bewilderment. "I had no idea."
Owen glanced at Grant, whose face had darkened considerably. "Grant, did you know about this?"
Grant didn't answer.
He hadn't just known—he had believed it. For years, he had accepted Marlowe's supposed confession about harming Abigail out of jealousy because of those falsified records. Now Victoria was telling him the documents were fake.
Later, Victoria continued, "Marlowe, if Abigail's death wasn't your fault, why did you claim responsibility?"
She couldn't understand Marlowe's motivation. In this marriage, Marlowe knew she would gain nothing, yet she chose to tell everyone she was responsible for Abigail's death.
For what purpose? Was it worth it?
Without this incident, Marlowe might have suffered the pain of unrequited love, but her life would have remained intact. But now?
After a long silence, Marlowe finally answered, "Because I couldn't bear to see him waste away. Hatred gave him a reason to keep living."
Victoria was taken aback. "So you fabricated a lie, using his hatred to ignite his will to live?"
It was an answer Victoria never expected—almost unbelievable. But it showed the depth of Marlowe's love for Grant, her willingness to shoulder such a burden alone.
Love could indeed drive people to extraordinary lengths.
The three men in the other room were stunned, especially Grant.
Owen adjusted his glasses and glanced at Grant. "You were in terrible shape after Abigail's accident. We thought you might follow her to the grave. I always assumed you recovered because you discovered the baby wasn't yours. I never imagined it was because of Marlowe's lie."
Back then, none of them believed Marlowe was responsible, but Grant did. And when Marlowe herself confessed, making it sound so convincing, they had no choice but to believe her.
Something in Owen's words triggered Grant.
"What did you just say?" Grant demanded, his face darkening.
Even Alexander turned to look at Owen.
Owen hesitated. "I didn't say anything..."
Grant's expression turned menacing. "Abigail's baby wasn't mine?"
Owen was surprised. "You didn't know?"
Grant's face grew even more thunderous.
"Explain. Now," Grant demanded.
Alexander frowned, nudging Owen to continue.
"The accident happened five years ago—I always thought you knew," Owen began. "The car explosion left nothing intact, as you know. But forensics collected blood samples from the scene. Besides Abigail's blood, they found blood without a DNA match in the system. DNA testing confirmed it was her child, but comparison with your DNA showed no biological relationship."
Grant's expression grew increasingly cold.
"My friend in forensics told me this after submitting the official report. Following standard procedure, they should have notified you. When you suddenly recovered afterward, I assumed you'd found out. So I never mentioned it," Owen added.
Owen never imagined Grant didn't know. Given Grant's character, he would typically silence such rumors immediately. When Manuel Barnett was transferred from the police department, Owen had assumed Grant was behind it.
And since Grant genuinely cared for Abigail, Owen hadn't wanted to reopen the wound by revealing her betrayal—that she had been carrying someone else's child.
What an earth-shattering secret!
Marlowe stayed with Victoria until about six in the evening. Victoria insisted that Winter and Kimberly escort her home for safety.
After unburdening secrets she had carried for years, Marlowe felt lighter. The weight had lifted.
Years ago, she'd walked willingly into the shadows for Grant. Now, she and her child deserved their place in the light.
The timing felt right—neither too early nor too late.
But why had Abigail's history been switched with hers?
Victoria had no answer.
After Marlowe left, Alexander returned and told Victoria what had transpired.
After hearing everything, she could only sigh.
Life was indeed full of unexpected turns.
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