Chapter 5 - The Video Call That Broke The Lie
The screen flickered to life, but instead of a weeping, broken wife sitting in a hospital waiting room, Julian saw me sitting in a high-backed leather chair.
I was sitting in the executive boardroom at Mercer Financial Holdings’ headquarters in downtown Boston, flanked by four senior corporate attorneys.
“Hello, Julian,” I said, my voice cold, calm, and completely devoid of the warmth or submission he had relied on for two decades.
Julian’s smirk faltered slightly, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance as he sat up on his lounge chair.
“Evelyn? What are you doing in the main boardroom?” Julian snapped into the phone. “Why aren't you at home? And why aren't you answering my texts?”
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“Your mother passed away nineteen hours ago, Julian,” I informed him, my tone flat and unyielding.
“While you were drinking champagne with Chloe on the beach, Eleanor drew her last breath.”
