Chapter 4 - The Husband Chooses His Side
Julian walked around the long dining table, his footsteps heavy and measured against the imported Italian parquet flooring.
He stopped directly in front of Grace, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of profound shock and sudden, burning regret.
“Grace, I swear to you, I had no idea my mother was capable of something this monstrous,” Julian whispered, reaching for her hand.
Grace pulled her hand back slowly, keeping a safe distance between them as she looked into the eyes of the man she thought she knew.
“You never defended me when she insulted my background, Julian, and you certainly wouldn't have believed me without this recording,” Grace replied flatly.
Julian flinched as if he had been physically struck by her words, his jaw tightening as he realized how badly he had failed as a husband.
“Let’s hear what else is on that phone,” Uncle Richard demanded, stepping closer with his arms crossed over his tailored suit jacket.
Grace pulled the device from her pocket, unlocked the screen with her thumb, and tapped the playback icon on the audio file.
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The crystal-clear speakers of the phone immediately filled the silent room with Eleanor’s unmistakable voice plotting the entire conspiracy.
“Make sure the poison looks like it came from her purse... once she tastes it, she’ll be behind bars by midnight,” the recording played.
