Chapter 7 - TURNING THE TABLES
"The meaning of this, Megan," Ryan said, stepping forward with an absolute lack of hesitation, "is that your game is over."
The legal counsel for the charity stepped up, holding a tablet and a stack of legal documents. "Mrs. Vance, we have received verified digital records showing unauthorized transfers from the Charity Gala’s silent auction fund into a private holding account registered under your maiden name."
Gasps echoed throughout the immediate circle of guests.
Megan took a step back, her eyes darting frantically toward the entrance. "That's ridiculous! That's a lie! Someone is framing me! Elena—is this your doing? Are you doing this because you're jealous of me?"
"Jealous of you?" I laughed softly, stepping closer so only she and the immediate crowd could hear. "Megan, you spent four years trying to steal my husband, sabotage my career, and manipulate your own husband because you couldn't stand seeing anyone else happy."
"You have no proof of anything!" Megan spat, her mask dropping completely, exposing the ugly, desperate rage underneath.
"We have all the proof we need," Daniel said coldly. "Every text message, every altered audit file, every unauthorized financial transaction you pushed through your brother's office. It was all handed over to the district attorney's office two hours ago."
"Daniel!" Megan gasped, tears of rage welling in her eyes. "After everything I did for you? I protected you!"
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"You didn't protect him, Megan," I interjected sharply. "You tried to own him. But you forgot one thing: my husband actually loves me. And he hates being manipulated."
The lead financial crime officer stepped forward, pulling out a set of handcuffs. "Megan Vance, you are being placed under arrest for grand larceny, wire fraud, and attempted corporate extortion. You have the right to remain silent."
