Chapter 3: The Digital Smoking Gun
Catherine turned to the audience, holding the drive high. "Vanessa thought she was the smartest person in the room. She didn't realize that in this digital age, shadows leave trails."
The bride screamed, "It’s a lie! She’s hallucinating! Security, get her out of here!"
But the security guards remained frozen. They had received their orders not from Vanessa, but from the federal agents already lining the perimeter of the garden.
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"This drive," Catherine continued, her voice rising, "contains the GPS logs of Vanessa’s car the night of the 'accident.' It contains the bank statements showing the payments she made to the mechanic who sabotaged my vehicle. And, most importantly, it contains the private messages she sent to her 'assistant'—who, by the way, has been working for me since the day I returned from the hospital."
Vanessa’s knees gave out. She looked at her inner circle—her bridesmaids, her lawyer—and realized they were all looking at the ground. Her personal assistant, the one person who knew all her secrets, stepped forward from the crowd and stood beside Catherine. The betrayal was absolute.
