PART 2
My hands shook as I stared at the message.
“Your fiancée has already changed the beneficiary on your life insurance policy.”
I read it three times.
It couldn’t be real.
But after everything I had just witnessed, nothing seemed impossible anymore.
The police sirens grew louder outside.
Valerie’s face turned ghostly white.
“Daniel,” she whispered, “don’t listen to whoever sent that. They’re trying to destroy us.”
Us.
There was no “us” anymore.
I looked at my mother sitting weakly on a chair while blood trickled from the corner of her lip.
Then I looked at Valerie.
For the first time, I saw her clearly.
Not the woman I loved.
Not the woman I planned to marry.
Just a stranger wearing a mask.
The police entered the house.
One officer immediately checked on my mother while another separated Valerie from us.
I handed over the forged power-of-attorney documents.
Then I showed them the camera.
The officer reviewed a few minutes of footage.
His expression darkened.
“How much footage is there?” he asked.
“Months,” I replied.
Valerie’s knees nearly gave out.
The recordings showed everything.
The insults.
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