My father had refused to sign any sales agreement, and three weeks later, two men broke in, poured gasoline near the main staircase, and cut the wires to fake a short circuit.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of the men has already confessed on an audio recording,\u201d Parker said, handing me a small flash drive. \u201cHe specifically says that Tristan paid them to do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt as though the floor were dropping out from under me because my father hadn\u2019t died in an accident; he was murdered by the man I shared a bed with every night.<\/p>\n
I wanted to rush to the district attorney, but Parker held up a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have evidence, but we need to secure it properly, or they will just hide the money, bribe a judge, and claim you are making this up out of jealousy.\u201d<\/p>\n
So, I did the one thing they would never expect: I went back home.<\/p>\n
I walked through the door with my eyes swollen and red, feigning total defeat and exhaustion, and Tristan greeted me with a performance of fake tenderness.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy love, it is so good that you are finally back home,\u201d he said, touching my arm.<\/p>\n
Isolde smiled warmly when I told them that I was tired, depressed, and that I couldn\u2019t bear to work at the company anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was thinking of quitting and letting Tristan manage all of my assets from now on,\u201d I whispered, keeping my eyes downcast. \u201cMaybe he can handle everything much better than I have been able to lately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tristan\u2019s eyes lit up like he had just been handed the keys to the federal reserve.<\/p>\n
Within a week, he signed, without even reading a single line, the legal documents my lawyer prepared, thinking he was gaining control of all my properties.<\/p>\n
In reality, he had agreed to put everything into a blind trust where I was the sole administrator, meaning he had absolutely no right to sell, mortgage, or withdraw even a single cent.<\/p>\n
That same night, to finish setting the trap, I gave up the master bedroom and locked myself in a small spare room on the other side of the house.<\/p>\n
Beforehand, Parker had discreetly installed cameras and high-fidelity microphones in the living room, the kitchen, and the master bedroom.<\/p>\n
The next day, Tristan brought Letitia to live in my house, and Isolde welcomed her with fresh-baked bread, flowers, and tears of joy.<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally, my grandchild is coming to her true home,\u201d she chirped, looking at me with pure venom.<\/p>\n
I watched them silently through the security app on my phone, listening as they laughed and talked about their future.<\/p>\n
That night, a microphone picked up Tristan telling Letitia, \u201cTomorrow I will mortgage the house, pay off the debt, and then sell the old folks\u2019 land, and no one will ever be able to prove I ordered them to burn it.\u201d<\/p>\n
When I heard that confession, I stopped breathing for a few seconds, letting the cold reality settle in my bones.<\/p>\n
The truth was finally complete, and they had no idea that the bomb was about to explode.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I dressed exactly as I had not in months, wearing a sharp, crisp white suit with my hair pulled back tightly and a layer of blood-red lipstick.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t look like a grieving widow; I looked like a woman who was about to bury every single one of them.<\/p>\n
From my small room, I heard Tristan walking downstairs with the arrogant stride of a man who thought he had already won everything.<\/p>\n
Letitia was laughing in the kitchen, and Isolde was telling her that by noon they would have enough cash to pay off their debts and finally kick me out like a wet dog.<\/p>\n
I sat there slowly sipping my black coffee, waiting for the clock to hit the right time.<\/p>\n
At precisely nine-forty, Tristan walked into the bank with the deed to the house and a stack of fraudulent contracts, and at ten-twelve, his phone rang.<\/p>\n
I let it ring six times before answering.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do, Grace?\u201d he roared into the phone. \u201cThe bank is telling me the house cannot be mortgaged, and all of my personal accounts are frozen!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey aren\u2019t frozen, Tristan; they are just protected from idiots,\u201d I said calmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t play these games with me right now because I need that money today!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you do,\u201d I replied, \u201cand the men you owe that eight million dollars to do not seem like the patient type.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a long silence, then his breathing became shallow and rapid.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you about that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did, last night, in our bedroom, while you were bragging to your mistress.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up, and not even thirty minutes later, Tristan arrived back at the house like a cornered animal, kicking my door open while Isolde and Letitia followed closely behind.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me back my money right now!\u201d Tristan shouted, raising a hand as if he were going to strike me.<\/p>\n
I held up my smartphone, calmly hitting a button on the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou touch me, and this video goes straight to my lawyer, the police, and every single one of your gambling associates.\u201d<\/p>\n
He froze in place, his face turning an unhealthy shade of grey.<\/p>\n
Isolde stepped forward, her face twisted in rage.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ungrateful wretch, we took you in as our daughter-in-law, and now you are trying to steal from my own son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t take me in from anywhere, Isolde,\u201d I replied, my voice echoing in the hallway. \u201cI paid for this house, your expensive vacations, your doctors, your meals, and even the flowers you gave to your son\u2019s pregnant mistress.\u201d<\/p>\n
Letitia turned pale and looked at Tristan.<\/p>\n
\u201cTristan said that all of this was yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTristan also said that he ordered my parents\u2019 house to be burned to the ground,\u201d I said, my gaze never wavering.<\/p>\n
That statement hit the room with the force of a wrecking ball.<\/p>\n
Isolde opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn\u2019t even pretend to be surprised, and I stared directly into her cold eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you knew everything about it, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
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