Chapter 4: The Public Fall
The front door burst open. It wasn't the police; it was the press. Elena had sent a press release to every major news outlet in the country ten minutes ago.
Julian’s face, captured in a moment of pure, ugly rage, was already trending on social media. The video of him screaming at his wife, of him admitting to the embezzlement during his tantrum, was being played on every screen in the city.
"You ruined me," Julian gasped, clutching the table as his world dissolved. "I’ll kill you."
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"You’ll try," Elena said, not moving. "But you’re currently being recorded by six news crews who are watching you threaten the woman who just liquidated your existence. I suggest you sit down, Julian. It’s the last meal you’re going to have for a very long time."
Beatrice stood up to slap Elena, but Elena caught her hand mid-air, holding it with surprising, iron strength. "Don't touch me, Beatrice. The last thing you need is an assault charge on top of the life sentence you're about to receive."
