Chapter 9
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The broadcast aired live on the six o'clock news, completely shattering Evelyn’s carefully crafted narrative in a matter of minutes. Across the state, millions of viewers watched as the raw evidence of the thirty-year-old crime was displayed on screen, complete with expert verification from forensic accountants and the original state investigators.
By eight o'clock that evening, the public sympathy for Evelyn had evaporated entirely. The news media turned their cameras from my front gate to the luxury hotel where Evelyn’s legal team was staying, demanding answers about the audio recordings.
At nine o'clock, Margaret walked into the drawing room with a look of quiet triumph on her face.
"The grand jury just revoked the asset freeze," Margaret announced, dropping a signed court order onto the table. "The judge was so appalled by the clear evidence of fraudulent filings by Evelyn’s legal team that he unsealed all of Daniel’s corporate accounts as well. The federal court has seized everything Daniel owns to satisfy the immediate criminal restitution."
"And Evelyn?" I asked, sipping my tea.
"Her high-priced defense attorney just dropped her as a client," Margaret said with a dry laugh. "He realized she lied to him about the existence of the 1996 audio tapes. The state attorney general has officially opened a secondary criminal indictment against her for perjury, evidence tampering, and historic obstruction of justice."
Before I could answer, my phone rang. It was an incoming call from the county detention center. I answered it and placed it on speaker.
"Lena..." Daniel’s voice sounded entirely defeated, hollowed out, and pathetic. "Please... you have to talk to the prosecutor. They're talking about fifteen years in federal prison for the loan forgery and the break-in."
"Fifteen years sounds appropriate for a man who conspired to steal his wife's home and stood by while she was physically assaulted," I replied coldly.
"It was Mom!" Daniel sobbed through the line, his voice cracking with desperation. "She forced me to do it! She told me you were going to leave me anyway! She planned the whole thing, Lena! She was the one who said we should burn you out of the house!"
I felt a sharp wave of disgust wash over me. Even now, facing the consequences of his own actions, he was eager to throw his own mother under the bus to save himself.
"You're a coward, Daniel," I said softly. "You spent two years letting your mother treat me like a servant in my own home, and the moment things go wrong, you blame her. You deserve every single year of that sentence."
"Lena, please! I still love you!" he pleaded frantically. "Remember our wedding? Remember what we promised?"
"I remember," I said, staring down at my bandaged hand, where the scars were finally beginning to close. "I promised to protect what was mine. And I did."
I hung up the phone, cutting off his frantic weeping forever.
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Margaret smiled gently. "The final divorce decree will be signed by the judge tomorrow morning at ten. You are officially free, Lena."
I looked around the grand hall of the estate. The mahogany was gleaming, the crystal chandeliers were glowing warmly, and the smell of fresh roses filled the air. My grandmother's house was finally quiet again.
