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On my wedding night I hid under the bed to prank my husband, but the person who walked in was…

CHAPTER 8 — A CRIME NEVER DIES

Three more years passed.

Abeni was married to Gelani with two children, living peacefully.

Then a headline lit up the news:

“Attorney Zola Ramos wins fraud case, protects elderly woman from real estate scam.”

Abeni stared, stunned.

Zola.
Reborn.
Reformed.
Defending the very women she once targeted.

“How ironic,” she whispered.

Yet she felt… proud.

Not forgiveness.
Not amnesia.
Just acknowledgment.

Redemption comes in unusual shapes.

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