Chapter 3 - The Camera's Truth
After drawing a warm, bubbly bath for Lucas, I sat him at the kitchen island with a plate of fresh cookies.
He was finally smiling again, the terror slowly leaving his innocent eyes.
“Momma, are the bad people coming back?” he asked softly, biting into a chocolate chip.
“No, baby, they are never coming back,” I promised, kissing his forehead.
While he ate, I opened my laptop and accessed the cloud storage for the living room camera.
I needed to see exactly what had happened while I was away at my corporate retreat.
I clicked on the footage from the previous afternoon, my stomach tying itself into knots.
The video showed Eleanor slapping a toy out of Lucas’s hands because it was “too noisy” for her precious Julian.
It showed Vanessa eating the special snacks I had prepared for my son, laughing as Lucas cried.
But the worst part was Marcus.
My husband had watched the two women bully his five-year-old child and had done absolutely nothing to stop it.
Instead, he had poured himself a drink and told Lucas to stop being a weak nuisance.
Tears of pure, unadulterated rage streamed down my face as I saved every single video file.
I created three backup copies and sent a secure folder directly to my corporate attorney.
I was not just going to divorce Marcus Sterling.
I was going to systematically destroy his entire life.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number for the bank that managed his startup company.
Because he never read the fine print, he didn't realize I was the primary guarantor on his business loans.
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“Yes, this is Clara Sterling,” I said when the bank manager answered.
“I need to freeze all credit lines associated with Marcus Sterling's accounts immediately.”
