Chapter 2 - Richard Whispers In Terror As The Truth Drops
The heavy, suffocating silence in the opulent ballroom felt thicker than the sticky liquid dripping down Sarah's gown.
Richard’s face drained of all color, his arrogant posture instantly collapsing into a posture of sheer, paralyzing panic.
“Keep your voice down, Sarah... please, let's not make a scene in front of everyone,” Richard whispered frantically.
His hands shook uncontrollably as he tried to adjust his silver tie with trembling, sweaty fingers.
Sarah did not blink, maintaining her unyielding, razor-sharp gaze locked directly onto her terrified husband.
The deep, bloody scratch marks on her bare shoulder glistened under the bright crystal chandelier light.
Jessica blinked in sudden confusion, sensing the sudden, drastic shift in power dynamics between the couple.
“What on earth are you two whispering about? Richard, tell this wretched woman to leave immediately,” Jessica sneered.
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Richard ignored Jessica entirely, his eyes glued to Sarah’s cold, unforgiving expression.
He knew those forged signatures meant federal prison, financial ruin, and the total destruction of his corporate empire.
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