Chapter 164The days that followed Tania’s death were heavy with sorrow and uncertainty. News headlines still blared her final act of self-destruction. Some hailed it as proof of her remorse, while others saw it as a clever ploy to escape justice. Conspiracy theories sprang up like weeds, many of them questioning the legitimacy of her death. But inside the modest home Mia and Andreas shared, there was only silence. A silence that hurt more than words ever could.Brian hadn't spoken much since that day. He remained locked in his own world, staring at old photographs of his mother, running his fingers over the corners of her face as though he could touch her through time. Mia and Andreas did their best to comfort him, but they both knew that grief this deep had to run its course.It was a Saturday morning, the sun barely filtering through the curtains when the doorbell rang.Mia, still in her robe, opened the door to a man in a worn leather jacket. He was tall, middle-aged, with streaks
Chapter 163The corridors of the hospital were awash in a sterile white light, humming with quiet urgency. The sharp scent of antiseptics lingered in the air, mingling with a tension that seemed to vibrate through the linoleum floors. Inside the emergency unit, chaos bloomed. "She's crashing! Her vitals are plummeting!" one nurse cried as doctors swarmed Tania's limp form. The machines screamed with erratic beeps, drowning in their mechanical panic. Her pale body lay sprawled beneath crisp hospital sheets, her head bandaged, dried blood crusted on her temple. The emergency team worked with grim determination, moving like cogs in a well-oiled, frantic machine. Tania Costa, the woman at the center of a national scandal, barely clung to life. Dr. Harris leaned over her, his brows pulled tight in concentration. "One more unit of plasma. We need to stabilize the bleeding!" But amid the flurry of movement, her fingers twitched. "Doctor," a young nurse gasped. "She's... she's waking up
Chapter 162The headlines the next morning rippled through the city like a lightning strike splitting open a quiet sky."BREAKING: Tania Costa, Convicted Criminal, Attempts Suicide in Prison. Condition Critical."Television screens buzzed. Phones lit up. News anchors with grim faces told viewers that, late in the night, Tania Costa had been found unconscious in her cell. According to prison authorities, she had repeatedly smashed her head against the cement wall until she passed out in a pool of her own blood.The prison medics were too late in discovering her. Time had slipped through the cracks, and when they finally rushed her to St. Gregory's General Hospital, the doctors whispered about brain swelling, skull fractures, and slim chances of survival.The same news networks that had once broadcast Tania’s lies and scandal now clung to her as a tragic figure, questioning whether the system had failed her. One commentator stated:"Perhaps, she truly was mentally unstable. Should she h
Chapter 161Days had passed since Luke Hartman dropped the courtroom’s biggest bombshell, yet the ripple effects still lingered. Today, the day for the final verdict, reporters with their cameras and gadgets were waiting, scratching furiously in their notepads, and spectators leaned forward in eager anticipation, and Mia sat frozen between hope and fear. Andreas held her hand tightly, his eyes not leaving Tania for a second. Tania, on the other hand, who was now a shadow of her former self, sat slumped next to Mr. Johnson, pale, shaken, and visibly defeated.The judge took his seat. His black robe flowed like a curtain closing on a tragic play. The gavel struck wood, echoing through the high ceilings like the tolling of a bell."The court will now continue," he said, voice firm and clear. "Today, we will proceed with final statements before rendering the verdict."Mr. Haves, when called upon, with composed determination, rose to his feet. His closing argument was sharp, deliberate,
Chapter 160The courtroom air turned heavy with suspense, the kind that made hearts pound and breaths shallow. Tania Costa sat rigid at the defense table, her fingers clenched tightly around the edges of the polished wood, her knuckles white. Her eyes flicked to the door, to the murmur of shifting bodies, to anything but the gnawing fear that had started to stir deep within her gut.Then the doors creaked open.And all hell broke loose."No! He can't be alive! I shot him!" Tania’s voice pierced the air like a gunshot. She shot to her feet, pointing toward the figure walking into the courtroom. Her eyes widened in disbelief, terror flooding every feature. Panic splayed across her face as she screamed again, louder this time. "I SHOT HIM!"Gasps ricocheted across the gallery. Even the jurors leaned forward. Murmurs exploded like wildfire.Mr. Johnson, Tania’s defense attorney, lunged from his seat. His face twisted in disbelief and desperation. He reached for her arm and gripped it tig
Chapter 159The sky above the penitentiary hung low and gray, casting a dismal pall over the women’s yard. The rusted fences creaked faintly in the wind, and even the birds that usually nested along the razor-wire seemed to have taken flight from the strange silence that had fallen over Cell Block C.It had been days since the inmates last heard the sharp-tongued laughter or the commanding voice of Tania Costa. Her absence from the usual chaos was unsettling. A presence so commanding, so unapologetically defiant, had become a hollow shell, and the vacuum it left behind was filled with cautious whispers and sidelong glances.Tania sat alone in the far corner of the prison yard, arms wrapped around her knees, staring out at nothing. Her once manicured nails were now chipped and raw from gnawing. Her deep brown eyes, once piercing and unreadable, were vacant, shadowed by sleeplessness.She hadn’t spoken a word in two days.A small knot of inmates congregated near the weight bench, their