- me.
Sarah noticed, her smirk widening.
She leaned in, whispering.
“Lisa, if I were you, I’d just confess. Make it
easier on yourself.”
I chuckled inwardly.
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They thought a few doctored videos were
enough to convict me?
Mark, seeing my silence, shoved me toward the officers.
“Officer, this woman tried to kill us! Arrest her!”
Cameras flashed, blinding me. My voice remained calm.
“Where’s your proof? Did you see* me
sabotage the equipment?”
Mark, anticipating my question, pulled out his
phone, displaying the video.
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There I was, seemingly slicing the oxygen
lines with a small knife.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Disgust
etched on their faces.
Mark preened, his voice self–righteous.
“Lisa, we’re married. I didn’t want it to come
to this. But you went too far!”
“If I don’t teach you a lesson, you might
actually succeed next time!”
He turned to Mr. Henderson, gesturing
dramatically.
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“This woman! She’s vindictive! She almost
killed us! She’s a disgrace to this dive shop!”
He offered the phone to the officer.
“This is my evidence. I want justice.”
He didn’t notice Mr. Henderson’s darkening
expression, or the furious glare from the
young woman standing behind him.
I smiled, letting Mark continue his charade.
He didn’t know that Mr. Henderson had asked
me to mentor his daughter, Chloe, that very
morning.
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Her first task? Inventory and inspection of all
dive equipment.
Only one person had access to the gear room
that day.
Chloe Henderson.
Mark, misinterpreting Mr. Henderson’s anger,
turned to me, triumphant.
“Well, Lisa? What do you have to say now?
The evidence is right there!”
I chuckled, stepping forward.
“Officer, I’d like to report Mark Davis for
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fabrication of evidence and false accusation.
And I have a witness.”
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My words hung in the air, shocking everyone.
Mark stared at me, dumbfounded. His face
paled, then flushed crimson.
“Lisa! You’re insane! I have video evidence!
You’re on camera!”
“Are you saying someone impersonated you? Or are you questioning the authenticity of the
video? And a witness? Who? Yourself?”
“Officer, she’s clearly lying! I demand you
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verify this footage! I want justice!”
He thrust his phone at the officer, who took it, patting Mark’s shoulder reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, sir. We’ll get to the bottom of this. We won’t let the guilty go free.”
Suddenly, Mr. Henderson stepped forward, his fist connecting with Mark’s jaw.
“*I’m* the witness! Lisa didn’t touch that
equipment! You lying, backstabbing…
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Last time, everything had happened so fast, the betrayal so unexpected, I’d been
paralyzed, unable to defend myself.
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This time, I was prepared. I’d replayed the
events, dissected their lies, found the cracks
in their story.
Mark staggered back, stunned.
I wasn’t about to explain anything to him.
