Chapter 10 - Uncovering The Truth Behind The Mother’s Tragic Fall
The computer monitor flickered to life, displaying a directory of time-stamped video files from five years ago.
David clicked on the folder dated October 14th, the exact night his first wife, Eleanor, allegedly slipped into the lake.
The grainy night-vision footage showed the rear wooden deck of the boathouse bathed in pale moonlight.
Two figures emerged from the shadows: Eleanor and a woman with an identical silhouette wearing Victoria’s signature perfume.
They argued heatedly near the edge of the wooden pier, their words inaudible over the rushing sound of the autumn wind.
Then, with a sudden, violent shove, the second figure pushed Eleanor backward into the dark, churning water.
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David gripped the edge of his mahogany desk so hard his knuckles turned pure white and wood splinters cracked.
It wasn't an accidental drowning; it was cold-blooded, premeditated murder committed by the woman he trusted.
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