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CHAPTER 9

Author: AMEDRIANNE STORIES
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-15 21:17:37

The silence after Lanc left was heavier than before, filled with the echo of his monstrous confession. *She was weak.* The words were branded onto my soul. Dr. Sapiera helped me to the couch, his hands gentle, his face a mask of horrified sympathy.

“I need to get you ice for that,” he murmured, looking at the welt rising on my cheek.

“Later,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady. The shock was receding, burned away by a cold, focused fury. I pointed to the crumpled file on the floor. “We need that.”

He retrieved it, carefully smoothing out the pages. The evidence was all there, a roadmap of betrayal signed by Stella’s brother. It was a weapon, but as Lanc had so clearly demonstrated, a useless one against his power and influence. He’d swat any legal challenge away like a gnat.

“He’s right, you know,” I said, more to myself than to the doctor. “Going public, going to the police… it’s what he expects. He’s already prepared for it. He’ll paint me as a hysterical, grieving widow, and you as
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