What if Jennifer had been telling the truth all along? The next morning, with what little strength he had, Richard called for Jennifer. When she entered the room, he reached out his trembling hand. Jennifer, forgive me.
I should have listened. Do you still have those recordings? Jennifer nodded. Her eyes wet with tears.
Yes, sir. I kept everything. She showed him not only the first recordings, but also new ones she had captured.
Clare had been careless, talking on the phone again, plotting faster ways to get rid of him. Richard listened, his face pale, his chest rising and falling with anger and grief. The truth hit him like a knife.
The woman he loved, the woman he trusted with his heart had been slowly killing him for his wealth. With Jennifer’s help, Richard contacted the police. They came quietly, listening to the evidence.
It was undeniable. That afternoon, officers entered the house and arrested Clare. She screamed and fought, her mask of devotion shattering into rage.
You’ll regret this, Richard. She spat as they dragged her away. Richard sat in his bed, tears streaming down his face.
The betrayal cut deeper than any wound. But Jennifer stood by his side, holding his hand, reminding him he was not alone. Weeks later, Richard was in the hospital, recovering.
The poison had left his body weak, but he was alive thanks to Jennifer. She never left his side, bringing him water, praying for him, encouraging him to fight. Slowly, he regained his strength….
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