Chapter 6 - Karma Delivered
As Dominic pushed the signed contract back across the table, his spirit completely broken, Victoria suddenly stood up. The desperate, venomous arrogance that had defined her entire life flared up one last time.
“You think you’ve won, you little gold-digger?!” Victoria screamed, slamming her hands on the table. “You stole my son's company! You ruined our lives over an accident! You tripped on those stairs because you’re clumsy, and now you’re playing the victim!”
I didn't flinch. I just looked at Sophia, who gave a slight nod.
“I didn't trip, Victoria,” I said quietly. “You shoved me. And I’m not the one who is going to decide your punishment.”
The conference room doors opened again. This time, it wasn't a lawyer who walked in. It was two uniformed officers from the Los Angeles Police Department, accompanied by a lead detective.
“Victoria Vance?” the detective asked, holding up a warrant.
“What is this?” Victoria gasped, backing away.
“When I owned the mansion, I had the security system upgraded,” I explained calmly. “Including the hidden camera in the grand foyer chandelier. The police have the 4K video of you intentionally pushing a pregnant woman down a flight of marble stairs.”
Dominic snapped his head toward his mother, his face twisting in horror. “Mom? You told me she slipped. You told me it was an accident!”
“She was trying to take you away from me!” Victoria screamed wildly as the officers grabbed her arms and snapped the cold steel handcuffs around her wrists. “She deserved it!”
“You killed my child!” Dominic roared, lunging toward his mother. The police had to physically restrain him as Victoria was dragged out of the conference room, her shrieks echoing down the hallway.
Dominic collapsed back into his chair, weeping uncontrollably. He had lost his company. He had lost his wealth. His mother was going to prison. He was completely, irrevocably alone, and he would never be a father.
I stood up, buttoning my blazer. I looked down at the man who had broken my heart, and felt absolutely nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just closure.
“Goodbye, Dominic,” I said softly.
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Julian took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and led me out of the room. We never looked back.
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