I wasn’t surprised. I offered no resistance.
I glanced at Mark and Sarah, their faces
radiant with triumph.
Reporters, barred from the station, were
already spreading the news online.
Just like last time, the internet exploded with
vitriol, accusations, and threats.
My silence, my refusal to confess earlier, was
now interpreted as guilt.
They didn’t know I was waiting. Waiting for
the perfect moment.
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On the way to the station, I’d asked Mr.
Henderson for a favor.
I asked him to stay silent, for now.
He’d agreed, though clearly confused by my
request.
The online frenzy intensified
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The online frenzy intensified.
The police, pressured by the media,
scheduled a press conference.
Before it began, I saw Mark and Sarah again.
They were confident, convinced I had no way to fight back.
Their pretense of innocence had vanished.
They were openly affectionate, their whispers intimate.
Sarah, seeing my prison jumpsuit, feigned sympathy.
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“Lisa, you see? Even if you knew our plan,
you still lost.”
“You should have listened to me. Confessed.
This wouldn’t have blown up like this.”
“Just… apologize at the press conference. Maybe they’ll go easy on you.”
Mark, his arm around Sarah’s waist, smirked.
“Lisa, for old times‘ sake, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable in prison. I’ll pull some strings.”
I fought to control my rage.
Their “comfort” in my past life had been a
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living hell, orchestrated abuse at the hands of
other inmates, ignored by the guards.
They’d wanted to break me, push me to
suicide, so they could inherit my family’s
wealth and be together without consequence.
I took a deep breath, my voice steady.
“Enjoy your little victory while you can. It
won’t last.”
I turned to leave, ignoring their bewildered
expressions.
“Remember my words. Retribution is
coming.”
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I followed the officers, my head held high.
As I entered the press room, cameras flashed,
capturing my image the “murderous wife,”
the “jealous attacker.”
The reporters wasted no time.
“Ms. Davis, is it true your family is wealthy?
Is that why you thought you could get away
with this? With bullying your colleagues?
With trying to kill your husband?”
“Money talks, they say. But do you really
think your family’s fortune can save you
now?”
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The question was met with murmurs of
agreement.
Were they genuinely sympathetic to Mark and
Sarah? Or was this an opportunity to indulge in their resentment of the wealthy?
I met their gaze, my voice unwavering.
“My family’s wealth is irrelevant. It has
nothing to do with any of you.”
“No matter how jealous you are, you’ll never
see a dime of it.”
The undisguised contempt in my voice
sparked outrage.
I continued, my voice rising.
“I am innocent! This is a setup! Mark and
Sarah planned this from the beginning!”
The room erupted in chaos.
“A setup? Where’s your proof?”
“Yeah, you think we’ll just believe you? Just
because you say so?”
“You’re rich, right? So flash your cash! A
million dollars each, and maybe then we’ll
listen!”
Suddenly, the doors burst open.
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A woman, dressed in a sharp business suit,
strode towards the podium.
“I have proof that my client, Ms. Lisa Davis, is
innocent.”
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“My name is Ashley Carter, and I’m Ms.
Davis’s attorney. I have irrefutable evidence
proving she did not attempt to murder Mr.
Davis or Ms. Miller.”
“Furthermore, Ms. Miller’s claims of assault
are completely fabricated.”
“We will be countersuing Mr. Davis and Ms.
Miller for defamation and malicious
prosecution.”
Ashley was my childhood best friend, a
brilliant lawyer.
Mark and Sarah had chosen their moment carefully, striking while Ashley was abroad.
Last time, Mark had blocked all communication between us. By the time Ashley returned, it was too late.
Mark and Sarah paled at her appearance.
Mark spluttered, accusing Ashley of lying.
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Ashley ignored him, placing a series of
documents on the podium.
“This is security footage from the equipment
room on the day of the incident. Please,
watch carefully.”
The video played, clear and damning. It
showed Mark and Sarah tampering with their
own dive equipment.
Their conversation was audible.
“Mark, are you sure about this?”
“Relax, Sarah. Lisa’s so crazy about me, she’ll
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jump in to save me the second the alarm
goes off.”
“But… you know I’ll almost drown.”
“It’s a small price to pay, babe. Besides, I’ll
make sure you’re okay.”
He kissed her.
They embraced for a long moment.
