Chapter 4: The Final Dinner
The trap was set. They returned to the villa, playing the role of the broken, subservient couple. They acted as if they were terrified, as if they were begging for forgiveness.
Evelyn took the bait. She believed her psychological warfare had worked. She agreed to a family dinner to "clear the air."
The dining room was silent, save for the clinking of silver against fine china. Evelyn sat at the head of the table, looking radiant in her pearls, the very picture of high society.
"I’m glad we can put this behind us," Evelyn said, cutting a piece of steak with precision. "Mistakes happen when one is stressed, Elena."
Elena set down her fork, her heart pounding against her ribs. This was it. "You're right, Evelyn. Accidents do happen. Like the one with the business partner, Mr. Henderson, in 2023?"
The room went deathly still. Evelyn didn't look up, but her knife scraped harshly against the plate. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Or the maid, Sarah?" Mark added, his voice steady. "We have the footage, Mother. All of it. We uploaded it to a private server, and if anything happens to either of us, it goes to the District Attorney, the news, and the shareholders."
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Evelyn finally looked up. Her eyes were no longer cold; they were panicked. "You wouldn't."
"We already did," Mark lied, his voice cold. "The police are outside, Evelyn. They just needed to hear you say it."
