I Uncovered His Affair with the Company's Fake Heiress

Husband? Brother-in-law? The pieces clicked into place with sickening clarity. This woman thought she was married to Ryan—my Ryan. And somehow, she believed he owned my family's company.

My hands trembled as I reached for my phone, pulling Lucas closer to me. His cheek was still red from where this woman—Jessica—had struck him. My son whimpered against my side, confused and frightened.

"I'm calling my husband right now," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "We'll clear this up immediately."

Jessica laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that made Lucas flinch. "Go ahead. Call Ryan. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear from his... what are you exactly? His little side piece?"

The security guards shifted uncomfortably, looking between us as I dialed Ryan's number. He answered on the third ring.

"Victoria? What is it? I'm in a meeting."

"I need you to come to Wonderland Park Los Angeles immediately," I said, keeping my voice controlled despite the hurricane of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "There's a woman here claiming to be your wife."

A long pause. Then, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

The line went dead. I looked up to find Jessica watching me with a smug smile, her arms crossed over her designer blouse.

"He's coming," I informed her, lifting my chin. "Then we'll see who's lying."

"Oh, honey," she said with false sympathy. "This is going to be so embarrassing for you."

The twenty minutes felt like an eternity. A small crowd had gathered, drawn by the commotion. Lucas pressed himself against me, occasionally sniffling. I stroked his hair, murmuring reassurances I wasn't sure I believed anymore.

When Ryan finally appeared, striding through the park entrance with his confident swagger, my heart lurched painfully in my chest. He was wearing the Tom Ford suit I'd bought him for our anniversary, his hair perfectly styled, his expression unreadable behind designer sunglasses.

Jessica immediately rushed to his side, wrapping herself around him possessively. "Ryan, darling, this woman is causing a scene. She claims her son was just helping ours, but I saw him push Tommy."

Ryan's gaze swept over me, then Lucas. For one breathless moment, I thought I saw recognition flicker in his eyes. Then his face hardened into a mask of cool indifference.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "I don't know who you are, but if my wife says your son pushed ours, then I believe her."

The world tilted beneath my feet. The crowd murmured, some people taking out their phones to record the drama unfolding before them. Lucas looked up at his father, confusion and hurt written across his small face.

"Daddy?" he whispered, his voice breaking.

Ryan flinched almost imperceptibly but maintained his facade. "Security, please escort this woman and her child out."

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The betrayal was so complete, so public, that it seemed unreal. How could he stand there and deny his own son? How long had this charade been going on?

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Mitchell," a crisp, authoritative voice cut through the tension.

Michael Stevens, our Theme Park Division Director, strode purposefully toward us, his expression thunderous. He stopped beside me, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Mrs. Summers," he addressed me with pointed emphasis, "I wasn't aware you would be visiting today. Is there a problem?"

The effect was immediate. The security guards straightened, recognition dawning on their faces. Robert Parker went pale, taking a step back. And Jessica—her smug smile froze, then crumbled as she looked between Michael and me with growing horror.

"Summers?" she repeated, her voice suddenly thin. "As in..."

"Victoria Summers," Michael confirmed coldly, "Owner and controlling shareholder of Summers Entertainment Group, which includes this park and every other Wonderland property across the country."

Ryan's face had drained of color. He removed his sunglasses slowly, revealing eyes wide with panic.

"Victoria, I can explain—" he began.

"Mrs. Summers to you," I cut him off, my voice like ice. I turned to Robert Parker, who was now visibly sweating. "Mr. Parker, I expect a public apology to my son and myself, immediately. And consider this your last day as manager of this park."

As Robert stammered through a mortified apology, I felt Lucas's small hand slip into mine. Looking down at his upturned face, I saw confusion giving way to understanding. In his innocent eyes, I found the strength I needed for what would come next.

The reckoning had only just begun.