Chapter 18 - Jessica Moore Tries To Corner Me At Buckhead Country Club
Two weeks after the courtroom victory, I attended a charity luncheon at the Buckhead Country Club with Aunt Ruth. Liam was back home in his own sunny bedroom, laughing, playing with new toys, and gaining weight rapidly.
As I walked out to the terrace overlooking the pristine golf course, a familiar figure stepped out from behind a column. It was Jessica Moore—the mistress—looking desperate and unkempt in a cheap dress without her designer accessories.
"Claire! You ruined my life! I had nothing to do with that kid!" Jessica hissed, stepping aggressively into my path. I didn't flinch or blink, looking down at her with cold, absolute detachment.
"You're a fugitive from justice facing federal wire fraud charges in two states, Jessica," I reminded her evenly. "And your bail hearing is scheduled for tomorrow morning."
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Before Jessica could lunge forward in a hysterical rage, two private security guards stepped out from the doorway. They pinned her arms gently to her sides and escorted her off the country club premises without a single word.
Aunt Ruth walked up beside me, handing me a glass of sparkling water with an approving smirk. "Trash taking out trash; some things never change," Aunt Ruth observed wisely, clinking her glass against mine.
