Chapter 2
For the first time, genuine terror appeared in Randy’s eyes.
“That was just an accident,” Randy lied.
I opened the front door and walked into the house.
Everyone turned to look at me in my dark blue suit. I wore no makeup, leaving the purple bruises fully visible under the bright lights.
Randy stared at me in shock. “Joanna, tell them the truth,” he pleaded.
“Tell them what?” I asked.
“Tell them that you fell down,” Randy said desperately.
I held up my phone and played the audio recording from this morning.
“Cover the bruises and smile,” Randy’s recorded voice echoed in the room.
Then, I played the recording of their conversation from the dining room.
“Once she signs the house over, you can file for divorce,” Eden’s voice played clearly.
Randy lunged forward to grab my phone, but the security officer pinned him to the wall. Seconds later, loud knocks shook the front door.
Two police detectives entered the hallway with an arrest warrant.
Randy’s arrogant demeanor collapsed instantly.
“Joanna, please listen to me because my mother pushed me to do this,” Randy cried.
Eden screamed in response. “Do not dare blame me for your actions,” she shouted.
They began screaming accusations at each other, giving the detectives even more evidence of their conspiracy.
I stood beside my father and watched the marriage I had feared leaving destroy itself in minutes.
Randy was charged with felony assault, identity theft, and forgery. Eden was charged with conspiracy to commit fraud.
The legal battle lasted seven months.
Randy received a three-year prison sentence after pleading guilty. Eden received probation and had to pay heavy financial restitution.
She was forced to sell her expensive estate to pay her legal fees.
I kept my beautiful townhouse.
More importantly, I kept my identity and my successful career.
One year later, warm sunlight poured into my newly remodeled kitchen. My father sat at the table and smiled as I handed him a mug of fresh coffee.
Beside the door hung a framed copy of the protective order.
I did not keep it out of fear, but to remind myself of the day I stopped being afraid.
My phone vibrated with a message indicating Randy’s request for parole was denied.
I deleted the notification without reading the details.
My father raised his mug. “To fresh starts,” he said.
I touched my mug to his.
“And to leaving the makeup untouched,” I smiled.
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Outside, the flowers were blooming in the garden. For the first time in years, my home felt safe and entirely mine.
THE END.
