Chapter 4: The Collision
The officers entered the room, their presence a stark contrast to the opulence of the kitchen. They didn't need to ask questions. The video on David's phone, synced to the home's primary server, was all they needed.
Sarah’s face contorted. The mask of the sophisticated, high-society wife fell away, revealing the desperate, grasping woman beneath. She reached for a knife on the counter, a final, reflexive act of defiance, but David’s hand clamped over hers before she could move.
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"Don't," he warned, his voice low and devoid of love. "There’s enough blood on your hands already."
As the officers handcuffed her, Sarah looked at Elena. She expected to see hatred, but she saw something worse: indifference. She was being discarded like a failed investment. She had played a game of thrones and lost everything because she underestimated the woman who had built the castle.
