Part 2 At 3:06 a.m., Victor called.
Part 2
At 3:06 a.m., Victor called.
I didn’t answer.
At 3:09 a.m., Olivia called.
I smiled, poured his drugged tea down the sink, and watched the first snow of December fall gently outside our window.
By sunrise, Victor would learn three painful truths.
The passport in his pocket wouldn’t take him nearly as far as he hoped. The accounts he thought he controlled had already been frozen. And the “useless woman” he mocked had spent months building a trap he would never escape.
At 7:15 a.m., my phone rang again. This time it was my attorney, Rachel.
“It’s done,” she said. “All assets frozen. Federal agents are waiting at the airport. They’ve already detained him and Olivia for questioning regarding wire fraud and money laundering.”
I made myself a fresh cup of coffee and sat by the window.
Victor had spent years underestimating me — treating me like a background character in his life while he planned his grand escape with my money and my former friend.
He never realized I was the one writing the ending.
