The Truth Surfaces
Doctors rushed in. Charts were checked.
“This dosage isn’t ordered,” one of them said. “Run a tox screen. Lock her chart.”
Ethan’s expression changed—not fear.
Calculation.
Nora leaned down.
“Is there someone you trust?”
One name cut through the haze.
“Grace,” I whispered.
Ethan lunged forward.
“You don’t need lawyers—”
Security blocked him.
Grace arrived within minutes. Calm. Sharp. Unshaken.
“I’m her attorney,” she said. “What happened?”
As Nora explained, Grace’s face hardened.
Then she turned to Ethan.
“I suggest you stop talking.”
The Mistake He Didn’t Know He Made
Grace’s investigator uncovered what Ethan never expected.
Yes, I was wealthy.
Yes, I was an heir.
But I was also the trustee.
If I died under suspicious circumstances, control wouldn’t pass to him.
It would transfer automatically—to someone appointed years ago.
Someone he couldn’t manipulate.
Ethan went pale.
The toxicology results confirmed unauthorized sedatives.
Security stepped closer.
And for the first time in years, I felt something stronger than fear.
Control.
Almost
“You were planning my death,” I said hoarsely.
Ethan opened his mouth.
Grace cut him off. “Don’t.”
As security escorted him out, he looked back at me—rage simmering beneath panic.
I held his gaze.
“You almost won,” I whispered.
Then I let myself smile.
“Almost.”
