Chapter 6 - Securing the Living Room Footage
As the police cruiser pulled away from the curb, the living room returned to an eerie, artificial silence.
The mother-in-law tossed the long black whip onto the designer sofa, letting out a sharp, triumphant laugh.
“He actually thought he could outsmart us after six months of secret bank transfers,” the mother-in-law sneered.
The wife walked over to the wall-mounted security console, tapping the touch screen with cool, professional confidence.
“The cloud server is already encrypted, and I locked the local administrator accounts from my phone,” the wife said.
“Good; if the police subpoena the footage, they’ll only see the corrupted file of him swinging wildly,” the mother-in-law noted.
They had meticulously orchestrated the confrontation, knowing the husband’s explosive temper would play right into their hands.
The wife poured two glasses of white wine from the kitchen counter, handing one to her partner in crime.
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“To getting every single penny of his corporate inheritance before the divorce papers are even filed,” the wife toasted.
“To total control,” the mother-in-law replied, clinking her glass against the wife's with a cold smile.
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