Chapter 7
The livestream froze for a beat, as if someone had hit pause. Ethan’s pupils contracted. His face was drained of color and became chalky white.
“Alex, who’s been feeding you these lies? That’s impossible. I love you. Why would I ever do something to betray you?”
I reached into the inside pocket of my clothes and pulled out a document, holding it up to the camera. Under the high–definition lens, every single bank transfer was crystal clear.
It read, “Recipient: Sabrina Lowe. Total amount: $53,200,000.00”
Each number landed like a slap, one after another, across Ethan and Sabrina’s faces. I smiled faintly at him.
“You’re a man who lives off a woman’s money like it’s his right, and you still expect me to have your child? Keep dreaming.”
The comment section erupted. “Where are all those women who said they wanted to have Ethan’s baby now? Hate to break it to you. He only loves money, not you.”
“Wait. So Sabrina’s baby might not even be Ethan’s?”
“I don’t believe anyone could be that kind and actually use someone else’s money to raise themselves and their lover.”
ing to question Ethan and Sab
The barrage of comments was split between saying I brought this on myself and starting to question Ethan and Sabrina.
I crossed my arms. “The people who came to my house to throw paint and eggs, to beat me- -that was you two, wasn’t it? The car that tried to hit me, the rock someone threw, and then having you, the mistress, heroically block the car for me–was also your arrangement?”
“Chat, is this real?”
“Two–faced. Total performance personality.”
Ethan shook his head quickly, his expression wounded. “No! Alex, how could I ever do that to you?”
One of the officers laughed coldly and dropped a stack of papers onto the table before saying, “Still want to lie?”
Bank transfers, chat logs, audio recordings. Not a single piece of evidence was missing.
“Damn. They used us like weapons.”
“I’ve been online for years, and I still get played by them?”
I ignored Ethan’s denials. “Three months ago, my father’s stroke and coma were caused by the two of you, too, I bet? All to get your hands on my family’s wealth.”
Ethan and Sabrina went rigid, their faces completely drained of color.
“But you didn’t know my father had already written a will. As long as I’m alive, the money comes only to me. If I die, it all goes to charity–unless I have a child who survives to adulthood.
“When we first got married, our first baby could have met that condition, but you killed him. Then, you blamed me, saying I got an abortion.
“Once you learned the terms of the will, you got impatient. So 11 months ago, you and Sabrina drugged me, trying to get me pregnant.”
The weight in my chest made it hard to speak, and I bit down hard on my lip before continuing, “Ethan, are you even a man? For money, you’d use your own unborn child as a bargaining chip?”
“What the hell? This is beyond sick.”
“Fraud, greed, murder–absolutely inhumane.”
Ethan and Sabrina clung to each other, trembling,
“You stirred up public outrage, turned the internet on me, and got me suspended from my job just to isolate me and force me back to your side… So that it was easier for me to accidentally die. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”
I slammed my hand against the bed frame. Sabrina’s legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor with a shriek. “How do you know that? How could you possibly know?”
Ethan lunged to cover her mouth, eyes bloodshot as he shouted, “She’s crazy! She’s lost her mind! She’s making it up! It’s all in your head! It’s not true!” Of course, he wouldn’t admit it. I didn’t have hard evidence yet, which was why I was pushing them, forcing them to slip. He’d held himself together until I mentioned having someone new–then, he cracked.
That’s fine if you won’t confess. A little digging into that doctor will answer everything.”
Ethan’s family had no money, no influence, and not enough resources to keep something this big buried. All they could manage was to maintain a small
network of favors.
However, the police already had the doctor in custody. Terrified, he spilled everything in one breath, every detail of what they’d ordered him to do. “Rich girls should never marry ladder–climbers. They’ll bleed you dry.”
“Death row! Nothing less.”
Chapter 7
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Ethan went ashen and crumpled to the floor like a dying roach, mumbling, “It’s over. Everything’s over.”
Sabrina had fainted the moment the doctor confessed. Still, some people online dug in their heels. They didn’t want to face the guilt of joining the mob against me.
“Well, Alexis shouldn’t have staged that kidnapping. She could have gone to the police.”
“Exactly. The law is fair. What she did was breaking the law herself.”
I stared straight into the camera, exhaling slowly, my voice cold enough to cut bone.
“I didn’t kill my own child. When I discovered they’d been drugging my father, they thought I was still in the dark. They discussed how they planned to take my family’s wealth right in front of him.
“The shock sent me into premature labor, and my baby died in the incubator. Everything that happened after, I played along with their game. For myself, for my child, and for my father…”
“For revenge. My phone was monitored. I had no solid proof. If I hadn’t acted immediately, I would have been the next to die.”
My voice dropped lower, heavier, with each word. The entire internet went silent. Then, seconds later, the outrage exploded.
“Dig up everything on Ethan and Sabrina. These bastards–beat them to death.”
“Two ungrateful brats. May they spend their lives in prison for the rest of their lives.”
