Chapter 2: Every Lie Has a Recording
Chapter 2: Every Lie Has a Recording
Minutes later, the family gathered inside the mansion's private theater.
The father connected the flash drive to the projector.
The first video appeared.
His wife ordering Emily to scrub the marble floor with a toothbrush.
Another clip showed her throwing Emily's birthday cake into the trash.
Another.
She slapped the girl across the face because a wine glass had fingerprints.
Another.
She laughed while locking the refrigerator, leaving Emily with nothing but stale bread for dinner.
The father's hands trembled.
Then came the final recording.
The stepmother sat with her attorney.
"If Richard ever finds out, he'll rewrite the will. We have to break the girl first. Once she leaves on her own, everything belongs to us."
The room fell deathly silent.
Richard slowly turned toward his wife.
"Is that why you married me?"
She couldn't answer.
Instead, she reached for excuses.
"You were always working! I deserved this house!"
"No," Richard replied coldly.
"You deserved honesty."
He called his attorney.
Then the police.
Within an hour, investigators arrived to collect the recordings.
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