Clara’s father stared at the evidence on the table, his hands trembling.
The black–and–white text blurred before his eyes, each word a fresh stab of guilt.
Hailey had planned every step, and every tear had been an act.
And he, her father, had personally pushed his own daughter into the abyss.
He hadn’t even been there for her in her final moments.
Damn it! Damn it all!
His
Composure shattered. He surged to his feet, only to collapse back into his chair.
He covered his face, his shoulders shaking violently as he let out a strangled sob, as hopeless as a child who had lost everything.
Zane stared blankly at the will in his hands.
There was no mention of him or their daughter, Olivia.
It only stated that all of Clara’s assets were to be donated to charity.
It was clear Clara had never forgiven him.
How desperate must she have been in the end, to not even mention him or Olivia?
Hailey stood frozen, her body ice–cold, her heart hammering against her ribs.
It was over.
Every carefully woven lie had unraveled.
There was no hiding her dirty secrets now.
Hailey stumbled towards Clara’s father and fell to her knees with a thud.
“Dad! You can’t believe this fabricated evidence! This must be Clara’s revenge!”
“Revenge?” Zane’s voice, as cold as a tomb, came from behind her.
Hailey turned stiffly and saw Zane looking at her with an expression she had never seen before.
It wasn’t anger. It was bone–deep disappointment and disgust.
“Revenge? The kind of revenge that makes you personally sign away everything she owned?”
“The kind of revenge that makes you steal her last chance at life?”
“Hailey,” Zane’s voice began to tremble, “it was us… We’re the ones who sent Clara to hell. And you–you were the one holding
the axe!”
