He Tried to Kill Me for the Insurance Money - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The tires crunched over gravel as I pulled into the cemetery, grief and fury twisting my stomach into knots. My sister's grave stood before me, the stone carving of her gentle smile blurring through my tears.
I collapsed to my knees, shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. "I'm sorry," I choked out between ragged breaths. "God, I'm so sorry I ever let those monsters near you!"
Her memory washed over me - the way she'd hug me tight after nightmares, how she'd face any bully for me, that stubborn love she wore like armor. The pain felt fresh as the morning they told me she was gone.
My phone vibrated violently in my pocket. My lawyer's name flashed on screen.
"Lillian, we got her. Victor flipped on Ruby Monroe for your sister's murder five years back. With his testimony, Ruby's confessed to orchestrating everything. This is it - justice is finally happening."
I swiped at my wet cheeks, sorrow and relief warring in my chest. "Thank you," I whispered. "For never giving up. I'll live fully - for both of us now."
When I told my boss Samuel, he immediately approved extended leave. "Take whatever time you need," he said, squeezing my shoulder. "The whole team's got your back."
Courtroom air turned electric when I walked in clutching my sister's photo. Ruby stiffened at the defense table, her gaze dropping to her lap the moment she saw it. She never looked up again.
The verdict came down clean: three years for Victor, life without parole for Ruby's calculated murder. As the gavel fell, I walked out without a backward glance.
Three years later found me thriving in another city - promotions at work, and Elliot Hayes by my side. Our shared passion for big ideas and late-night debates had blossomed into something permanent. We'd just picked out rings.
Then came the night before our engagement party. I turned my key in the lock to find lights blazing inside. My stomach dropped before my brain caught up.
Victor strolled out of my bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. "There's my girl," he drawled, smirk stretching across his face like he owned the place.
I stumbled back, fumbling for my phone. "Get dressed and get out now," I spat, "or I swear to God I'll have you back in cuffs before you can blink."
He threw on clothes with exaggerated slowness. "Heard about your little wedding plans," he sneered. "Three years wasn't too long to wait, was it? Couldn't keep yourself from spreading for some random guy?"
I collapsed to my knees, shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. "I'm sorry," I choked out between ragged breaths. "God, I'm so sorry I ever let those monsters near you!"
Her memory washed over me - the way she'd hug me tight after nightmares, how she'd face any bully for me, that stubborn love she wore like armor. The pain felt fresh as the morning they told me she was gone.
My phone vibrated violently in my pocket. My lawyer's name flashed on screen.
"Lillian, we got her. Victor flipped on Ruby Monroe for your sister's murder five years back. With his testimony, Ruby's confessed to orchestrating everything. This is it - justice is finally happening."
I swiped at my wet cheeks, sorrow and relief warring in my chest. "Thank you," I whispered. "For never giving up. I'll live fully - for both of us now."
When I told my boss Samuel, he immediately approved extended leave. "Take whatever time you need," he said, squeezing my shoulder. "The whole team's got your back."
Courtroom air turned electric when I walked in clutching my sister's photo. Ruby stiffened at the defense table, her gaze dropping to her lap the moment she saw it. She never looked up again.
The verdict came down clean: three years for Victor, life without parole for Ruby's calculated murder. As the gavel fell, I walked out without a backward glance.
Three years later found me thriving in another city - promotions at work, and Elliot Hayes by my side. Our shared passion for big ideas and late-night debates had blossomed into something permanent. We'd just picked out rings.
Then came the night before our engagement party. I turned my key in the lock to find lights blazing inside. My stomach dropped before my brain caught up.
Victor strolled out of my bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. "There's my girl," he drawled, smirk stretching across his face like he owned the place.
I stumbled back, fumbling for my phone. "Get dressed and get out now," I spat, "or I swear to God I'll have you back in cuffs before you can blink."
He threw on clothes with exaggerated slowness. "Heard about your little wedding plans," he sneered. "Three years wasn't too long to wait, was it? Couldn't keep yourself from spreading for some random guy?"
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