Chapter 5 - The ReckoningThe next forty-eight hours were a blur of police sirens, interrogations, and the slow, agonizing dismantling of Grant’s life. Tessa Lane was the first to fold. Under the pressure of the evidence—and the threat of accessory to murder charges—she turned on Grant with a viciousness that would have impressed a shark. She told them everything: the meetings, the money, the secret plan to stage a suicide so they wouldn't have to wait for the cancer to do the job.
I watched from the safety of the observation room as Grant was led out in handcuffs. He looked old, broken, and small. The suit that had looked so immaculate at the funeral was rumpled, and his eyes—the eyes that had once looked at me with fake love—were now hollow.
He saw me through the glass.
He didn't scream. He didn't protest. He just stared, a look of profound, chilling realization settling over him. He realized that I hadn't just beaten him; I had outplayed him at his own game.
Jenna put a hand on my shoulder. "It's done, Claire."
"Is it?" I asked.
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"The money is frozen. The state is prosecuting. He’ll never see the light of day again."
I looked at the empty hallway. The fear that had defined my life for the past year—the fear of dying, the fear of betrayal—was gone. It had been replaced by a quiet, steady resolve. I had survived the cancer, and I had survived the marriage.
