Chapter 7 - The Reckoning
“Ethan,” Madison managed to choke out, her voice shaking as she tried to force a pathetic, trembling smile. “I don't know what kind of game Claire is playing here, but she’s unstable. She gave away her cat, she abandoned her life, and now she’s making up stories—2”
“Shut up,” Ethan said.
Two simple words, spoken barely above a whisper, but they carried the crushing weight of a sledgehammer. Madison instantly snapped her mouth shut, tears of panic pooling in her eyes.
Ethan stepped closer to her, towering over the couch like a storm cloud.
“For three years,” Ethan began, his voice dangerously low, measured, and venomous, “I poured my heart, my time, and my money into a woman I believed was gentle, selfless, and fighting for her life in a hospital ward.”
Madison swallowed hard, trembling violently.
“I thought the photos sent to my phone were hers,” Ethan continued, his dark eyes narrowing into slits. “I thought the voice notes, the quiet resilience, and the soul I fell in love with belonged to the face on that screen.”
He pointed a finger directly at Madison.
“Instead, it was a fraud. A parasite who found a discarded laptop, stepped into a dead woman’s shoes—or so she thought—and played a dangerous game of stolen identity.”
“Ethan, please!” Madison sobbed, bursting into hysterical tears as she realized the full, terrifying extent of what she had walked into. “I didn't mean to—I just wanted a better life! I thought she was gone forever!”
“You took what wasn't yours,” Ethan said coldly. “You took the gifts meant for someone fighting cancer. You took a lifestyle built on stolen grace. And worst of all, you thought you could play me.”
Madison covered her face with her hands, shaking uncontrollably, realizing that no amount of crying or begging would save her from the wrath of a Blackwood.
“You’re going to pack every single designer bag, every piece of jewelry, and every luxury item I ever bought you,” Ethan commanded, his voice absolute. “You will leave them in the lobby of this building tonight. By tomorrow morning, your lease on your apartment is terminated, your modeling contracts in this city will quietly evaporate, and you will leave New York. If I ever see your face, hear your name, or find you within five hundred miles of this city again... you won't live long enough to regret it.”
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Madison didn't argue. She didn't fight back. She scrambled off the sofa, stumbling toward the door, and fled down the hallway as fast as her high heels could carry her, desperate to escape the nightmare she had built for herself.
The apartment door swung shut, leaving only Ethan and Claire behind.
