The Evidence Gathering
“The surveillance uploaded,” Marcus said, reviewing footage. “Clear video of him bringing Naen into your bedroom last week while you were gone.”
A cold resolve settled in me. Andrew had spent years eroding my self-worth. Tonight, he gave Rebecca the final piece she needed: proof of cruel abandonment.
We took back roads we’d rehearsed, reaching the hotel booked under my maiden name. Clothes, documents, witnesses—every detail was prepared.
“He’ll come looking when you don’t show,” Marcus warned.
“Let him search,” I replied. The hotel cameras would capture my arrival drenched and shaken. Staff would testify to my condition. Tomorrow, Andrew would expect submission. Instead, he’d find frozen accounts, sealed offices, and federal investigators at his door.
“Are you ready for this?” Marcus asked.
I remembered the woman I had been—independent, successful, whole. I thought of Naen’s earring, Andrew’s voice on my recording, and the prenuptial he thought protected him.
“I’ve been ready for eight months,” I said. “Tonight gave me the ending I needed.”
