Chapter 12 - Realizing The Elaborate Trap Set For My Ruin
Sarah dropped to her knees beside me, touching my arm with trembling fingers that I instinctively pulled away from.
“David, please... you have to believe that I was just as much a victim of their manipulation as you were,” she pleaded tearfully.
“You kept visiting your mother every single week while she systematically poisoned our daughter’s mind against us,” I countered bitterly.
Before Sarah could formulate a defense, the front gate security chimes echoed softly through the intercom system.
I stood up instantly, walking over to the window to peer through the wooden shutters toward the long cobblestone driveway.
Evelyn’s SUV was pulling back through the gates, carrying my seven-year-old daughter home from her morning in the industrial wasteland.
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“Stay here, Sarah, and do not make a single sound unless you want me to hand these files directly to the FBI,” I warned.
Sarah nodded frantically, pressing her back against the bookshelf as I walked out of the cottage to intercept them.
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