Chapter 2 - Daniel Hands Victoria's Phone To His Secret Mistress
The mahogany doors of the private chapel clicked shut, sealing out the damp Chicago chill of late autumn.
Daniel Cole stood alone beside the heavy, polished bronze casket that supposedly held his wife’s remains.
His shoulders slumped with a carefully practiced posture of devastating, absolute grief.
Not a single tear dampened his cheeks, but his breathing hitched just enough to sell the performance to the empty room.
The moment the heavy oak doors clicked again, Rebecca slipped out from the shadows of the vestibule.
Her expensive black designer coat rustled softly as she hurried across the plush carpet toward him.
Daniel’s mournful expression vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, calculating grin of pure corporate opportunism.
He reached into his tailored breast pocket and pulled out Victoria’s encrypted titanium smartphone.
“You know where to hide it,” Daniel whispered, pressing the sleek device into her gloved palm.
Rebecca’s fingers closed tightly around the phone, her dark eyes flashing with greedy satisfaction.
“Nobody will ever think to look in the guest house safe,” she replied smoothly, tucking it away.
“Good,” Daniel muttered, looking back toward the bronze casket with a sneer of utter contempt.
“After nine years of living in her shadow, everything she built is finally ours.”
They shared a quiet, triumphant laugh inside the sanctuary of the dead.
Neither of them knew that miles away in a secure rural hideout, Victoria was watching every second.
The hidden security feed streamed directly onto Marcus’s laptop screen in crystal-clear high definition.
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Victoria’s hands curled into tight fists as she watched her husband rob her memory without a shred of remorse.
“Let them enjoy the silence,” Victoria whispered softly, her eyes narrowing with cold resolve.
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