“It was one slap.”
Marissa’s expression hardened.
“One assault. One recorded threat. Multiple witnesses. Security footage.”
Evelyn froze.
Daniel slowly turned toward the security camera mounted above the staircase.
I had installed those cameras years earlier.
“You recorded us?”
“You were surprisingly cooperative,” I replied.
His face darkened.
“You ruined me.”
“No,” I said.
“I financed you.”
The truth hit him harder than any lawsuit ever could.
“You mistook kindness for weakness,” I continued. “That was your mistake.”
Marissa opened another file.
