Chapter 5: The Final Exit
Vivian walked back into the room, a glass of water in hand, ready to finish her performance. “Is she calm yet, Liam? Should I call the—”
She stopped. Liam was standing in the center of the room, holding the documents. He didn't look like the doting son anymore; he looked like a man who had finally woken up.
“Get out,” Liam said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
“Liam, honey, she’s manipulating you—”
“Get out!” he roared, the sound echoing off the walls. “I know what you did. I know about the clinic. I know about the accounts. And if you aren’t gone by the time I call the police to report this theft, I’ll make sure you regret the day you decided I was a fool.”
Vivian looked at Clara, who sat on the bed, watching the scene unfold with quiet, lethal precision. Vivian knew she had lost. She turned and fled.
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Clara stood up. The ordeal wasn't over, but the lie was dead. She walked toward the window, looking out at the gardens. The nightmare was over, and for the first time in years, the house was quiet—and it was finally, truly hers.
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