“If she resists, we tell people she’s unstable. A woman with no child and no husband has no leverage.”
Robert lunged for the papers, but the guard blocked him.
“What is this?” Tiffany whispered, her face draining white.
The man flipped to another page. “A draft plan to force Mrs. Miller out, seize control of the household staff, and use stolen medical information from company records to smear her as emotionally unfit.”
Even through the screen, I could see Robert unraveling—not because he felt guilty, but because he understood the truth had survived him.
My phone rang again. Robert.
This time, I answered. I didn’t say a word at first. I just let him see my face.
“Audrey,” he said, voice cracking, “listen to me. My mother exaggerated. Tiffany misunderstood. We can fix this.”
Behind him, Tiffany grabbed his sleeve so hard her nails dug in. “You said she’d never find those messages!” she hissed.
