Chapter 3
The guests began to murmur, cell phones discreetly recording the unfolding drama. Ethan’s security team quickly moved to seal the ballroom doors, preventing anyone—especially Vanessa—from leaving.
"You have no proof!" Vanessa shrieked, her elegant facade completely crumbling. "You’ve been scrubbing floors for months because you’re a nobody!"
"I’ve been scrubbing floors," Elena replied coldly, "because I needed access to your private safe."
Elena reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a small, silver flash drive. "The mechanic didn't just take your cash, Vanessa. He kept the dashcam footage from my car as blackmail. When he mysteriously disappeared last month, I found where he hid his copies."
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Ethan snatched the flash drive from Elena’s hand. He signaled his head of security. "Plug this into the projector. Now."
The massive screen, previously displaying a slideshow of Ethan and Vanessa’s romantic getaways, flickered. A grainy black-and-white video appeared. It clearly showed Vanessa standing in a dark parking garage, handing a thick envelope of cash to a man in overalls while pointing directly at the brake lines of Elena’s sports car. The entire ballroom gasped in unison. The truth was undeniable.
