Chapter 4: The Final Confession
Seraphina tried to run, but the doors were blocked by security. Julian walked to the microphone, his face devoid of emotion.
"My wife," he said, gesturing to the screens, "thought that wealth bought immunity. She thought that because she had a name, she could erase the lives of those she deemed beneath her. She was wrong."
He turned to the crowd, then to the entrance. Elena walked in. She was still using a cane, but she walked with the posture of a queen. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit—the embodiment of the woman Seraphina had tried to destroy.
"I didn't come here to ruin you, Seraphina," Elena said, her voice carrying through the silent hall. "I came here to ask you one question. Why? Why kill my mother? Why frame me? I was just a girl looking for answers."
Seraphina collapsed onto the stage, her composure finally breaking. Under the weight of the collective judgment of the room and the police officers stepping forward, she broke.
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"Because you were the living proof!" she shrieked. "You were the one piece of evidence I couldn't erase! I was the perfect socialite! I was the wife of a billionaire! You were nothing but a stain on my perfect reputation!"
The confession was absolute. The police moved in, and as the handcuffs clicked, the facade finally disintegrated. The "perfect" marriage was dead, and with it, the monster that had lived inside it.
