Chapter 95 CONFESSION NIGHT
Dr Lake’s Pov
It was two in the morning when the investigators pulled up to a secure location about an hour outside of town. It was some kind of safe house that looked like a normal cabin but had security cameras and guards posted outside.
They led me inside and I saw a conference room set up with recording equipment and legal documents spread out on the table. A lawyer was waiting there and she stood up when we entered.
“Dr Lake, I am Attorney Sarah. I have been authorized by King Lucian to offer you full immunity in exchange for your testimony. This document outlines the terms of the agreement,” she said, and she handed me several pages.
The paper felt impossibly heavy in my hands as I skimmed the dense legal language. Clauses, signatures, guarantees—all the things that could end my nightmare sat right there in black ink. My pulse raced as I realized this was real. This was my way out. Or my final betrayal. Either way, once I signed, there would be no turning back.
I read through the document carefully. It said I would receive full immunity from prosecution for falsifying medical records and any other crimes related to the conspiracy five years ago. It also said I would be placed in witness protection along with my immediate family members. In exchange, I had to provide complete and truthful testimony about everything I knew.
"This covers my sister and parents like I asked?" I said.
"Yes. We have already sent teams to collect them. They will be brought to a secure location within the next few hours. They will be safe," Attorney Sarah said.
"And if I sign this I cannot be prosecuted for anything I did?" I asked.
"Correct. As long as you provide truthful and complete testimony you are protected," she said.
I picked up the pen and signed the document. My hand was shaking so badly I could barely write my name, but I managed to get it done. Attorney Sarah witnessed my signature and then handed me a copy.
The moment the ink dried, something inside me cracked. Relief and terror slammed together in my chest, leaving me breathless. Years of silence ended with that single signature. I knew there was no hiding anymore, no retreat into excuses. I had chosen the truth, and whatever followed—anger, consequences, revenge—I would finally face it without running.
"Now we need you to tell us everything. Start from the beginning. What happened the night Celestia gave birth?" the first investigator asked.
He turned on the recording equipment and I took a deep breath. This was it. Once I started talking there was no going back.
"It was five years ago in November. Celestia went into labor and was brought to the medical wing. I was the attending physician. The labor was difficult because the baby had a rare blood condition that we knew about from prenatal testing," I said.
"What happened during the delivery?" the investigator asked.
"Celestia gave birth to a healthy baby boy. We performed an emergency transfusion because of his blood condition but the delivery itself went smoothly. The baby was alive and stable," I said.
"Then what happened?" the investigator asked.
"Eclipse came to see me about an hour after the delivery. She told me she had a job for me. She said she needed me to falsify the medical records to show that Medea had given birth instead of Celestia. She offered me fifty thousand dollars to do it," I said.
"And you agreed?" the investigator asked.
“Not at first. I told her I could not do that. It was illegal and unethical. But then she threatened my family. She knew where my sister lived. She knew my parents’ address. She said if I did not help her, accidents would happen to people. She made it very clear what would happen if I refused,” I said.
My voice shook as I spoke, shame burning my throat. Fear had backed me into a corner, and I chose cowardice over integrity. Every day since, I had lived with that choice, waiting for it to destroy me.
"So you falsified the records out of fear?" Attorney Sarah asked.
"Yes. I was scared for my family. Eclipse is not someone you say no to. I have seen what she is capable of. So I changed the medical records to show that Medea gave birth to the baby and that Celestia's baby died during delivery," I said.
"But Celestia's baby did not die. That was Asher correct?" the investigator asked.
"Yes. Asher is Celestia's biological son. He was taken from her when he was only a few minutes old. She barely got to hold him before they took him away," I said.
My voice broke when I said that because I remembered the look on Celestia's face when they took her baby. She had been crying and begging to hold him longer. It was one of the worst things I had ever witnessed.
The memory clawed at my chest, sharp and relentless. Her pain had been raw, unfiltered, and it had burned into me like fire. I had tried to bury it, to convince myself it wasn’t my fault, but the truth lingered. Every detail—the trembling hands, the desperate eyes—haunted me, reminding me of the innocence stolen and the lies I had been forced to uphold.
"What evidence do you have to support this testimony?" the investigator asked.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a folder I had brought with me. Inside were copies of the original medical records before I changed them. I had kept them hidden for five years as insurance in case Eclipse ever turned on me.
"These are the real medical records. They show that Celestia gave birth at 11:47 PM on November 15th. They show the baby's blood type and birth weight. They show everything," I said.
The investigator took the folder and started looking through the documents. His eyes got wide as he read.
"This is incredible. This proves everything," the investigator said.
"There is more. I also kept DNA samples from that night. I took blood samples from both Celestia and the baby right after delivery. I labeled them and stored them properly. They are in a secure freezer at my clinic," I said.
"You preserved DNA evidence? For five years?" Attorney Sarah asked.
"Yes. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew someday someone might come asking questions. So I kept the samples as insurance. They are still viable and can be tested," I said.
"We need to retrieve those samples immediately. Can you tell us where they are?" the investigator asked.
"They are in a locked freezer in the back storage room of my clinic. I am the only one with the key, the samples are labeled with case number 47839. That was Celestia's patient number," I said.
The second investigator pulled out his phone and made a call. He spoke quietly to someone and then hung up.
I could feel the tension in the room spike, thick and suffocating. Every second stretched as I waited, my mind racing with possibilities. Who had he called? Were they confirming my statements, or preparing for something worse? The quiet felt deliberate, like the calm before a storm. My hands clenched in my lap, and I realized there was no turning back now—whatever was coming next, I had to face it fully.
"We are sending a team to retrieve the samples now. They will be at your clinic within the hour," he said.
"Good. Those samples will prove definitively that Asher is Celestia's son. The DNA will match," I said.
"What else can you tell us about the conspiracy? Was anyone else involved besides Eclipse?" the first investigator asked.
“Medea knew about it. She had to know because she claimed the baby as her own. She pretended to have given birth even though she never did. I do not know if Raphael knew or if he was fooled along with everyone else. I have all the records,” I said.
The words felt heavy but final, like a door slamming shut. There was no room for doubt anymore. Documents, dates, signatures—everything lined up too perfectly to be coincidence. Whatever lies had protected them for years were finally unraveling, and I knew this confession would change everything.
"We will keep you safe. King Lucian has promised to personally ensure your protection. You have his word," Attorney Sarah said.
I wanted to believe that but I knew Eclipse was resourceful and dangerous. She had people everywhere, she had connections I did not even know about.
But I had already made my choice. I had already signed the immunity agreement and handed over the evidence. There was no going back now.