Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Pen
Sophia backed away, her hands shaking violently. She looked toward the seated guests in the blurred background, realizing her entire perfect, wealthy life was violently collapsing into dust right in front of her eyes.
"Because ten million is pennies!" Sophia shrieked, entirely dropping the devoted fiancé act, her true, monstrous nature bleeding through the white lace. "Your company is worth three billion dollars, Ethan! And the prenup explicitly stated that I only get the ten million if we divorce!"
Ethan stared at her, his highly analytical, tactical mind immediately piecing together the twisted legal trap she had set for him.
"But if you die," Ethan deduced, his voice dropping to a dark, icy whisper that sent shivers down the spines of the nearby groomsmen. "If you die while we are legally married, the prenup is entirely voided. The surviving spouse inherits the entire estate."
"Exactly!" Sophia sneered, a venomous, hysterical, and deeply cruel edge returning to her voice. "You were supposed to have a massive, tragic heart failure on our honeymoon! I spent six agonizing months grinding those pills into your food! I wiped your mouth! I pushed this stupid, heavy wheelchair! I earned that money!"
The sheer, evil magnitude of her betrayal echoed around the beautiful floral altar.
She didn't just want to steal his money. She wanted to torture him for months, keeping him completely helpless and weak, watching him slowly die while she played the loving, sacrificial caretaker for the media and the cameras.
Ethan slowly reached into the inner pocket of his black tuxedo jacket. He pulled out his cell phone, which had been actively recording the entire conversation.
"You didn't earn anything," Ethan stated, completely devoid of any human empathy. "Except a lifetime prison sentence."
Sophia’s eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror. She realized she had just fully confessed to attempted murder on a crystal-clear digital recording.
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"Give me that phone!" Sophia screamed, lunging forward with her manicured hands raised like claws.
👉 What absolute, brutal defense will the paralyzed billionaire use against his charging bride?
