Chapter 8 When Truth Became a Weapon

Nadia never meant to uncover anything. It started as curiosity, the kind that usually faded as quickly as it appeared. She had always been observant, someone who noticed small changes in people, the way their tone shifted slightly, the way they paused too long before answering simple questions. Since the Bath trip, Sophie had been different in ways Nadia couldn't ignore. Too attentive to Lucas. Too invested in Maya's relationship. Too emotional whenever Lucas entered a room.

At first, Nadia told herself it was nothing unusual, just Sophie being protective of her brother's emotional space, especially with his complicated connection to Maya. But over time, it began to feel wrong. Sophie didn't just watch Lucas like a sister would. There was something sharper in her attention, something possessive, almost territorial, as if she was measuring every interaction he had with Maya and storing it away.

One afternoon, everything shifted.

Sophie was in the shower, the sound of water running steadily through the apartment. Nadia's phone had died, and she reached for a charger on the bedside table. That was when Sophie's phone lit up beside it. A notification appeared on the screen that made Nadia freeze.

Paris Medical Clinic – Follow-up Appointment Confirmation.

Paris.

Sophie had never mentioned going to Paris recently. Nadia's curiosity sharpened immediately, replaced quickly by unease. She told herself she wasn't going to snoop, that it didn't matter, that she was overthinking things. But her fingers still moved before her thoughts could stop them. She unlocked the phone using a passcode Sophie had once casually shared.

What she found made her sit down slowly.

Emails. Medical records. Clinic documents. Pages of information that didn't fit together at first glance. And then voice notes.

Nadia pressed one without thinking.

Sophie's voice filled the room, fragile and broken beneath the attempt at control.

"I lost his baby... he doesn't know. He can never know. If he finds out, he'll hate me."

Nadia's stomach dropped instantly.

She opened more files, hands beginning to shake as she scrolled through messages to a Paris clinic, dated appointments, procedural confirmations. Slowly, the truth took shape in a way she couldn't avoid anymore.

Sophie had been pregnant years ago.

Lucas's child.

And she had ended the pregnancy without telling him.

Worse than that, she had carried that secret alone and continued to stay in his life as if nothing had ever happened.

Nadia leaned back against the wall, struggling to steady her breathing. This wasn't just secrecy. This was something heavier. Something obsessive. And the worst part was the realization forming in her mind-Maya was unknowingly standing right in the middle of all of it.

That evening, Nadia asked Sophie to meet her privately in the stairwell of their apartment building.

Sophie arrived smiling like nothing was wrong.

"What's up?" she asked lightly.

Nadia didn't answer immediately. Instead, she held up the phone.

The smile disappeared instantly.

Colour drained from Sophie's face.

"You went through my phone?" she whispered.

"That doesn't matter," Nadia said firmly. "You lied. You were pregnant. Lucas's baby."

Sophie stepped back as if the words had physically hit her.

"That was years ago."

"You aborted his child," Nadia continued. "And you never told him."

Sophie's lips trembled violently.

"You don't understand."

"And now Maya is with him," Nadia added. "That's why you hate her."

That broke her completely.

Tears spilled down Sophie's face.

"Please," she begged. "Don't tell him."

Nadia shook her head.

"You took something from him and let him live without the truth. Maya deserves honesty. Lucas deserves the truth."

Sophie dropped to her knees.

"I'll lose him," she whispered brokenly.

"You never had him," Nadia said quietly.

Sophie slowly stood, her expression emptying, something hollow settling behind her eyes.

"You don't get to destroy my life," she said faintly.

"I'm not destroying anything," Nadia replied. "Your lies already did."

For a moment, everything was still.

Then Sophie moved.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't calculated. It was panic, raw and uncontrolled.

Her hands shoved forward.

Nadia stumbled backward.

The stairwell echoed with a sharp impact, followed by silence that didn't feel real.

Nadia fell down the stairs.

Her body hit the lower landing and didn't move again.

Maya arrived minutes later.

She had come looking for Nadia after missed calls, a growing unease she couldn't explain. She stepped into the stairwell and stopped immediately.

Nadia was there.

Still.

Unmoving.

Blood pooling beneath her head.

For a moment, Maya couldn't process what she was seeing. Then she dropped to her knees.

"Nadia..."

Her hands shook violently as she touched her shoulder.

No response.

Behind her, a scream shattered the silence.

"Maya! What did you do?!"

Sophie stood at the top of the stairs, hysterical, shaking, pointing.

Maya turned slowly, confusion and shock breaking through her expression.

"What?"

And then Lucas arrived.

He took in the scene in seconds.

Maya kneeling beside Nadia.

Sophie crying uncontrollably.

Blood on the stairs.

Everything in him went still.

He moved instantly to Sophie, pulling her into his arms as she collapsed against him.

"She pushed her," Sophie sobbed. "They were arguing. Maya lost control."

Maya stood up slowly, shaking her head.

"No-Lucas, I just got here."

But sirens were already approaching.

People gathered.

Voices overlapped.

Phones recorded fragments of the moment.

CCTV footage later showed Maya entering the stairwell minutes before the incident.

The rest was missing.

Nadia's phone had been wiped clean.

But a draft message remained open.

What you did today wasn't okay.

No name attached. No context.

Just that.

Lucas couldn't look at Maya.

Maya couldn't find her voice.

And when the police arrived, she didn't resist.

She was arrested.

That night, Maya sat alone in a cell, staring at a wall that didn't give her answers or comfort. Lucas did not come. Sophie stayed beside him, shaken but silent, holding onto the only version of the truth that remained intact for her.

And somewhere outside those walls, the real truth disappeared completely with Nadia.