Chapter 12 - The Impostor Faces Interrogation In The Federal Facility

Inside a sterile, fluorescent-lit holding facility, the impostor sat alone on a cold metal bunk in an orange jumpsuit.
Her designer silk blouse and styled hair were gone, replaced by the stark reality of federal criminal detention.
No lawyers answered her emergency calls, and her former syndicate bosses refused to acknowledge her very existence.
She was entirely alone, trapped by the web of lies and violence she had spun over years of calculated deception.
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The arrogant woman who once ruled the suburban household now possessed nothing more than concrete walls and regret.
Karma had delivered its final, unappealable verdict without a single shred of mercy or hesitation.
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