Chapter9
“When I came back to Oakridge, I had planned to give you one last chance to confess,” I said, my voice like ice. “But instead, you paraded your mistress in front of me. And because of that, I lost the chance to see my grandfather one final time.”
William Ford had no reply. Every word I spoke was a blade of truth, every accusation tied to something he had actually done.
The evidence I submitted was airtight. In the end, William was sentenced to ten years in prison for assault and tax evasion.
Olivia Scott’s fate was no better, hiring thugs, forging documents, slandering my name, nearly beating me to death. The medical bills alone were staggering, and her sentence nearly matched William’s.
Even in court, Olivia raved like a madwoman, insisting she was innocent.
“She was the mistress! I was just teaching her a lesson!”
In her warped mind, she had always been the rightful wife. Every other woman in William’s life was a usurper, a “mistress” who had to
be destroyed.
She even tried to feign insanity, hoping to escape punishment. But I had anticipated that too. I brought in psychologists and profilers
who dissected her condition from top to bottom. She had no way out.
When she was finally dragged away, her curses rang with venom. But I didn’t flinch. To me, it was nothing more than the desperate
barking of a broken woman.
As William was being led away in cuffs, he never once tore his gaze from me. Finally, he broke free of the officers and staggered toward me, grabbing my arm.
“Emily, if what you said is true, if you were really abroad for business, working hard and never betraying me… then why? Why did you stay away so long?”
By then, my heart was already stone. My reply was calm, detached.
“And where do you think those overseas contracts came from? Who do you think paved your path to the CEO’s chair?”
His face drained of color. He stumbled back a few steps before collapsing to the floor, trembling.
“You’re saying… those contracts… all of them… were yours?”
Tears welled in his eyes. His head shook violently, denial cracking into anguish.
“No! That can’t be true. If you were the one behind it all, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you say you were the one fighting for me this whole time?”
I drew in a slow, steady breath. Watching him crumble, realizing too late how wrong he had been, brought me a cruel sense of relief.
He sat hunched over, head bowed, shattered.
I turned away. Maybe once, long ago, we had truly loved each other. But suspicion had poisoned us, and what remained was only ruin.
I didn’t answer his plea. I simply walked out.
Behind me, his voice broke into sobs as he slapped himself again and again.
“Emi! i was me, I was wrong! I thought you betrayed me first, that’s why I turned to Olivia. I only wanted to make you regret it. I
she’d go this far. I’m sorry! Emily, I’m so sorry!”
never…
But I never looked back. Some wounds couldn’t be healed. Some betrayals couldn’t be erased by a thousand apologies.
Even after he was imprisoned, William wrote to me constantly, letters full of regret and self–blame. I barely glanced at them.
Then one day, he escaped. He faked a suicide attempt to get into the hospital, then fled straight to Sterling Corporation.
When I left my office. I saw him there. bleeding, broken, barely on his feet.
Chapter9
Dreame–Read Romance Stories
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without you, ten years without seeing your face, hearing your voice. How am I supposed to live like that?”
