PART 10

I looked at my mother.

She didn’t move.

“I offered her a way to return the money without destroying the family.”

My father’s eyes filled with sadness.

“She refused.”

The video ended.

Nobody spoke.

Then Brielle turned toward Vivian.

“You knew.”

Vivian nodded.

“I knew.”

“You knew he made this video?”

“Yes.”

“And you still told me he wanted Mallory gone?”

Vivian began crying.

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

Brielle shook her head.

“You could have told the truth.”

Vivian looked at me.

“I was afraid you’d both leave me.”

I stared at her.

“You made sure I did.”

She lowered her head.

“I know.”

For the first time, she sounded like my mother again.

Not the woman who had humiliated me.

Not the woman who had controlled the family.

Just a tired woman who had finally run out of lies.

Corinne closed her laptop.

“The legal process begins tomorrow.”

Vivian looked up.

“What happens to me?”

“That depends on the evidence and the authorities.”

She nodded slowly.

Then she looked at me.

“Will you testify against me?”

I didn’t answer immediately.

I thought about Christmas mornings.

Dad’s cinnamon cookies.

Brielle and me fighting over the last one.

Mom laughing in the kitchen.

The house before everything changed.

Then I said:

“I will tell the truth.”

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

That night, I didn’t stay in the house.

Neither did Brielle.

The neighbors quietly left.

The cruel Christmas audience had become witnesses to something none of them expected.

June hugged me before I left.

“You okay?”

I looked at the house.

“No.”

She squeezed my hand.

“But I will be.”

She smiled.

“That sounds like you.”

I drove to a small hotel nearby.

I barely slept.

The next morning, Corinne called.

The investigation had officially begun.

Within weeks, everything changed.

Bank records were subpoenaed.

The company accounts were frozen.

The property transfers were reviewed.

The trust was restored.

And the truth about my father’s estate finally became impossible to hide.

Vivian eventually admitted that she had transferred millions of dollars over several years.

She claimed she intended to repay everything.

The court would determine the consequences.

Brielle cooperated fully.

That decision permanently changed our relationship.

For the first time, we weren’t sisters competing for our mother’s approval.

We were two daughters trying to understand the same broken childhood.

One afternoon, months later, Brielle came to see me.

She brought a box.

“I found this.”

I opened it.

Inside were old photographs.

My father holding me as a baby.

Brielle standing beside him.

Mom smiling behind them.

And one photograph of the four of us at Christmas.

I stared at it.

“I thought Mom destroyed all these.”

“She didn’t.”

Brielle smiled sadly.

“She hid them.”

I touched the photograph.

“We were happy.”

“We were.”

“Do you think we can ever be like that again?”

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