Chapter 3 - THE GHOST IN THE MACHINE
The courtroom felt smaller now,
as if the walls were closing in on Aiden and Madeline.
Aiden looked like a man who had just realized he was standing on a landmine.
“Alice,”
he stammered,
looking at me with desperation,
“we can talk about this.”
“We don’t need to do this here.”
I looked at him,
seeing the stranger I had once loved.
“We are talking about it,
Aiden.”
“In front of the law.”
“Exactly where you chose to take us.”
Marcus continued,
flipping through the pages with rhythmic precision.
“Not only did Mr. Holland move the money,”
“but he did so with the active assistance of Ms. Madeline Fisher.”
He turned toward the gallery,
pointing directly at the woman in the burgundy dress.
“Ms. Fisher,”
“who was employed as a consultant for the firm,”
“signed off on these fraudulent invoices.”
The judge’s eyes turned toward Madeline,
cold and judgmental.
“Is this true,
Ms. Fisher?”
Madeline opened her mouth,
but no sound came out.
She looked like a fish out of water,
gasping for air.
She had thought she was the clever one.
She thought she was the architect of my downfall.
In reality,
she had left a trail of breadcrumbs that a child could follow.
“I...
I was just doing my job,”
Madeline finally managed to say,
her voice trembling.
“Your job was to be his mistress,”
I said,
my voice steady and clear.
“Not to steal from my child.”
The courtroom erupted in murmurs.
The strangers who had looked at me with pity now looked at them with disgust.
Aiden slumped back into his chair,
burying his face in his hands.
He had spent so long building his perfect life with his perfect new woman.
He had sacrificed everything for her.
And now,
because of his own greed,
he was watching it crumble into dust.
Marcus handed the final set of documents to the bailiff.
“Your Honor,”
“we are not just asking for the return of the four million.”
“We are asking for the entirety of the firm’s remaining assets,”
“as a penalty for the fraudulent concealment of property.”
Aiden looked up,
his eyes wide with horror.
“The whole firm?”
“That’s my life!”
“No,”
I whispered,
loud enough for him to hear.
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“That was our life.”
“And you threw it away.”
