A Risky Move
Angela didn’t sleep. The next morning, she made a decision that could cost her everything.
While Claudia was out shopping, Angela hid her phone in the kitchen and pressed record. She waited. Hours later, the camera caught exactly what she feared: Claudia taking the same jar, stirring it into William’s food, then answering a call.
Her voice was soft, almost playful.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered into the phone. “Soon, I’ll be the only one signing those checks.”
Angela’s hands shook as she replayed the video. There was no doubt anymore. Mrs. Hayes was poisoning her husband.
That evening, she knocked on William’s study door, trembling.
“Sir… I need you to see something,” she said quietly.
William frowned. “Angela, what’s wrong?”
She handed him her phone. He watched the video, his face darkening with every second. But when it ended, he pushed it away.
“This is absurd,” he snapped. “You think my wife — my wife — would do such a thing? Angela, you’ve been with me for years. I trusted you.”
At that moment, Claudia entered the room, perfectly timed, eyes wide with feigned confusion.
“What’s going on?” she asked softly.
“Angela claims you’re poisoning me,” William said bitterly.
Claudia gasped, tears brimming. “Me? How could she say that? After everything I’ve done?”
Angela’s voice broke. “Sir, please — I swear on my life, I’m telling the truth!”
“Enough!” William’s voice thundered. “Pack your things. You’re fired.”
And just like that, the one person who could save him walked out the front door.
Behind her, Claudia’s lips curled into a small, cold smile.
