Chapter 6 - VANESSA’S TRUE COLORS
While Ethan was drowning in his own scandals,
Vanessa Stone was trying to distance herself from the wreckage.
She had already moved into a new apartment,
funded by the money Ethan had stolen,
and was looking for her next target.
But I wasn't about to let her escape so easily.
We had found evidence that she was more than just a mistress;
she was a co-conspirator who had helped Ethan forge the documents.
I met her at a café in the West Village,
her face a mask of annoyance as I sat down.
“What do you want,
Claire?”
she asked,
her voice bored.
“Ethan is a loser;
I’m done with him.”
“I’m not here about Ethan,”
I said,
placing a folder on the table.
“I’m here about the wire transfers you made to the Swiss account.”
She went pale,
her eyes darting around the room.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.”
“The police do,”
I said,
my voice cold.
“And so does the DA.”
“You helped him steal my life,
Vanessa.”
“You laughed while he humiliated me at the ball.”
She looked at the folder,
her hands starting to shake.
“Ethan made me do it,”
she stammered,
her true colors showing—a coward who would throw anyone under the bus to save herself.
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to tell that to the judge,”
I said,
standing up.
“I’m filing a civil suit for damages,
Vanessa.”
“I’m taking the apartment,
the car,
and every piece of jewelry Ethan bought you with my money.”
She looked at me,
her face contorting with rage.
“You’re a bitch,
Claire!”
“No,”
I said,
looking her dead in the eye.
“I’m just the girl who fixes things.”
I walked out of the café,
leaving her to the silence of her own ruin.
May you like
Vanessa’s true colors were finally on display,
and they were as ugly as the lies she had told.
