Chapter 6 - GRANT’S COUNTERATTACK
Grant stood up,
knocking his chair over.
The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room.
“You think you’ve won?”
he roared,
pointing a finger at me.
“You’re a cold,
calculating bitch,
Evelyn!”
“Your mother was right about you.”
“You don't have a heart,
you have a spreadsheet!”
I didn't flinch.
“A spreadsheet is much more reliable than a heart,
Grant.”
“It doesn't lie to me in Palm Beach.”
He stepped toward me,
his face red with fury.
The security guard I had hired,
a man named Marcus,
stepped into his path.
Grant stopped,
breathing hard.
“I have things on you,
too,”
he hissed.
“The experimental drugs you were taking for the depression.”
“The visits to the clinic in Switzerland.”
“I’ll tell the board you’re mentally unfit.”
“I’ll have you removed from the trust!”
I smiled,
a slow,
deliberate expression.
“Go ahead,
Grant.”
“Tell them about the clinic.”
“Tell them I was there because my husband was gaslighting me so hard I thought I was losing my mind.”
“Tell them the ‘experimental drugs’ were actually vitamins,”
“which I had tested because I suspected you were poisoning my water.”
The lawyers looked at each other.
Sienna looked like she wanted to vomit.
“Poisoning?”
she whispered.
“I have the lab reports,
Grant,”
I said.
“Traces of arsenic were found in the decanter on my nightstand.”
“Not enough to kill me.”
“Just enough to make me tired.”
“Just enough to make me confused.”
“Just enough to make me ‘dramatic’.”
Grant’s face went from red to a sickly,
pasty white.
He had thought I was a victim.
He didn't realize I had been playing the long game with my own life.
“You’re insane,”
he stammered.
“No,”
I said.
“I’m the woman who outlived your ambition.”
The court reporter’s fingers flew over the keys,
recording every word of his downfall.
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Grant realized then that he wasn't just losing a divorce.
He was looking at a criminal indictment.
