PART 3: THE DESTRUCTION OF A MONSTER
“Where is she?” Julian’s voice echoed like thunder through the entrance hall, completely ignoring Grant’s corporate pleasantries.
Grant blinked, taking an awkward step back. “I… pardon me, Mr. Cross? My wife is in the kitchen preparing—”
Julian brushed past him with heavy, purposeful strides, walking straight toward me as I stepped into the foyer. Without a word, my brother gently reached out and lifted my chin, his eyes darkening as he inspected the heavy makeup covering my swollen cheek.
“Did he do this?” Julian asked softly, his voice trembling with a mixture of heartbreak and suppressed fury.
Grant stepped between us, his face flushing red with confusion and panic. “Mr. Cross, what is the meaning of this? Why are you touching my wife? You can’t just come into my home and—”
“Shut your mouth, Grant,” Julian commanded, pulling a tablet from his briefcase and turning the screen toward his regional director. “Or should I read aloud the medical reports, the photographic evidence, and the transfer history showing you stole from her inheritance?”
Grant’s jaw dropped as he recognized the photos on the screen—the detailed evidence of every single night he had raised his hand against me.
(The final trap is about to spring shut on Grant! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
