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MY HUSBAND'S TRAP CHAPTER 12
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2026-09-10 04:57:07Her cousin, Daniel Rice, sat in the chair closest to the bed, jaw locked so tightly a muscle jumped in his cheek, eyes fixed on Eleanor Smith’s polished performance. Two members of Rice family security stood near the door in civilian clothes that did not hide their readiness. At the foot of the bed, a woman in her late fifties still elegant even in raw grief pressed a trembling hand hard against her mouth as she watched the broadcast.
Lottie’s mother.Charlene’s
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MY HUSBAND'S TRAP MY HUSBAND'S TRAP CHAPTER 12
Her cousin, Daniel Rice, sat in the chair closest to the bed, jaw locked so tightly a muscle jumped in his cheek, eyes fixed on Eleanor Smith’s polished performance. Two members of Rice family security stood near the door in civilian clothes that did not hide their readiness. At the foot of the bed, a woman in her late fifties still elegant even in raw grief pressed a trembling hand hard against her mouth as she watched the broadcast.Lottie’s mother.Charlene’s mother.“She looks so small on that screen,” the older woman whispered, voice breaking. “My Charlene. My little empress. They reduced her to a cautionary headline and then they stood on those steps and celebrated that the fire had finished what they started.”Daniel reached for the remote and killed the screen with a sharp, final click. The sudden absence of Eleanor’s voice left the room louder somehow.“They do not get to use her name again,&rd
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Vivienne’s smile was pure triumph. “I’ll bring the original documents. Let the cameras see the signatures. Let them see how completely and cleanly she had already been erased before the fire ever started.”Eleanor nodded once, already reaching for her phone. “I’ll make the calls personally. Three o’clock on the courthouse steps. Full press. We will write the final sentence of her story ourselves.”Priscilla lifted her glass a second time. “To Lottie Smith. May she remain exactly where the fire left her.”They drank.They smiled.And beneath the polished floors of the penthouse, the last remaining pieces of the woman they had used, shaped, and discarded finished turning to ash in the official record.By 2:45 p.m. the courthouse steps had become a controlled sea of cameras, boom microphones, and reporters packed shoulder to shoulder. The afternoon light was sharp and unforgiving. Eleanor Sm
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Lottie gazed at him. There were so many names, names she knew well enough. There was the name of the man before her. There was her own name, and yet none of them came to her. None of the memories associated with those names were anything more than wisps of smoke and static and bits of imagery that did not make sense. A flute of champagne in a woman’s hand. The satisfied smile of a man on the other side of reinforced glass. The clack of a gavel.“Who… who am I?”There was an agony in the face of her cousin, one that seemed to be older than that single night and fire.“You are Lottie,” he stated, in a deep, even tone. “But that time is over now. The people who hurt you think that you are dead for good, and we are going to make them keep thinking that until you are ready to make your own decisions. For the time being, though, just…rest. You are with family. True family. Family that does not barter you away out of self-preservation and then claim that they love you.”She closed her eyes o
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This fire broke out at 2:17 a.m. on the night before the start of formal sentencing.This fire occurred due to an electrical problem in the laundry section of the old building. This should have been easily solved with the use of the sprinklers after a few minutes. However, this system malfunctioned. In no time at all, the smoke filled the air and became very dark and moved throughout the ventilation ducts like a live, ravenous creature. The alarms blared until they exploded with sparks. Automatic doors of cells closed with metallic clangs. Prisoners cried and beat on bars for help that came far too late.Lottie stood right in the middle of her cell when the first wave of extremely hot, oven-like heat hit through the hallway. Lottie had to cover her face with her sleeve as she coughed so violently that she bent over, tears running out of her eyes because of all the smoke. The lights above them went off two times before the darkness engulfed them. Everything went into emergency red ligh
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And when he was ready to stand on his own two feet, ready to walk, ready to sail an ocean, he made sure that she would never forget her name, Reese, as long as she drew breath.Back in the city the trial moved toward its close in the slow, unstoppable movement of the blade that had been falling for weeks now.On the last day of the trial, Vivienne asked for one final meeting alone in the same small and airless conference room. She brought along another slim file, wearing her perfectly professional smile of concern and sympathy.“There is one more document I need you to sign,” she began, placing it on the table with her manicured fingers. “It is an agreement acknowledging that you completely understand the plea structure and you will accept the sentencing range, and take full responsibility for your actions.”Lottie grasped the pen. Her fingers seemed detached from her body and like they didn’t belong to her at all. She signed without reading the lines filled with legal terms above the
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The trial destroyed her by inches, then by yards, then by entire collapsing streets.Every single day the prosecution played the fabricated CCTV footage Geoffrey and Vivienne’s careful, meticulous, technical work. The video showed a grainy but unmistakable image of Lottie behind the wheel of the black Mercedes, face partially turned toward the camera at the precise moment the car struck the victim. The timestamp matched. The license plate matched. The angle had been chosen with surgical precision. The jury watched in heavy, horrified silence while Lottie’s stomach turned to stone and the gallery whispered behind manicured hands.She wanted to stand up and scream that the footage was wrong. That she had been home that night. That Geoffrey had called her after the fact, voice tight and controlled, and asked her to take the fall for a crime she never committed. But every time the impulse rose like nausea, Vivienne’s hand settled on her arm and her voice murmured, low and urgent and perfe
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