Chapter 3 - The Broadcast
Standing at the head of the anniversary table, Evelyn did not sit down.
She lowered her water glass, her posture radiating an unbreakable, terrifying majesty. She reached into the folds of her champagne-colored gown and pulled out her smartphone.
With absolute precision, she placed the phone flat on the polished mahogany table, tapped the screen, and pressed play. She had connected her phone's Bluetooth directly to the dining room's surround-sound speaker system.
The audio began to play, broadcasting Liam's secret call recording aloud to the entire family.
"Her grandfather's trust fund unlocks next month... Once she deposits that two million dollars into our joint account, I'm transferring it to my offshore LLC."
The collective shock that fell over the dining room was absolute. The clinking of silverware stopped instantly.
"I hate her... I’ll divorce her soon, just wait. I'll take the money, and we'll move to Miami, just like we planned."
The recording clicked off, leaving a ringing, agonizing silence in its wake.
Liam’s mother, sitting to his right, gasped loudly, clamping her hands over her mouth in sheer horror. She looked at her son as if she had never seen him before.
"Liam!" his mother shrieked, her voice cracking with shame and disbelief. "Is that... your voice?!"
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Liam’s wealthy relatives stared at him in utter, unfiltered disgust.
👉 Read Part 4 to see Liam's pathetic attempt to defend himself.
