Chapter 10
The police questioned Michael.
They searched his house.
His computer.
His phone records.
They found more than enough evidence to charge him.
Conspiracy to commit murder.
Insurance fraud.
The trial was quick.
The evidence was overwhelming.
Michael didn’t even put up much of a defense.
He looked broken.
Defeated.
Like he couldn’t believe how far he’d fallen.
He was found guilty on all counts.
Sentenced to fifteen years in prison.
With no possibility of parole for ten.
I sat in the courtroom and watched as they led him away in handcuffs.
I didn’t feel victorious.
I didn’t feel happy.
I just felt… empty.
This was the man I’d loved.
The father of my child.
And he was going to prison for trying to have me killed.
Emma was too young to understand the details.
We told her that Daddy had made some very bad choices and needed to go away for a while to think about what he’d done.
She cried.
She was angry.
She was sad.
But she was also safe.
And that was what mattered most.
Sarah wasn’t charged with anything related to the murder plot.
There was no evidence she’d known about it.
But her life was still in ruins.
She’d lost everything.
Her family.
Her friends.
Her job.
Her reputation.
And the man she’d thrown everything away for was going to prison.
She moved away a few months later.
To a small town in another state.
Where nobody knew her name.
Nobody knew what she’d done.
She sent me a letter once.
From her new home.
I didn’t open it.
I didn’t need to.
I knew what it would say.
Excuses.
Apologies that weren’t really apologies.
Attempts to make herself feel better about what she’d done.
I threw it away unread.
I was done with Sarah.
Done with her lies.
Done with her manipulation.
Done with trying to have a relationship with someone who’d never really seen me as a sister.
Only as competition.
Diane moved to Florida.
Alone.
Her husband had divorced her.
Her children barely spoke to her.
She had nothing left but her money and her bitterness.
She called me once.
Drunk, by the sound of her voice.
“You think you won?” she’d slurred. “You think you got everything? Well, you got nothing. Nothing but a broken family and a child who’ll grow up without a father.”
I’d listened in silence.
Then I’d spoken.
“I have my daughter. I have my health. I have my freedom. And I have the truth on my side. That’s more than you’ll ever have, Diane.”
I hung up.
Blocked her number.
And never spoke to her again.
I was free.
Finally, truly free.
Free from Michael’s lies.
Free from Sarah’s betrayal.
Free from Diane’s toxicity.
It had cost me everything.
My marriage.
My relationship with my sister.
My illusions about love and family.
But I’d gained something too.
Myself.
I’d found strength I didn’t know I had.
Courage I didn’t know I possessed.
And I’d built a life for me and Emma that was real.
Honest.
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Safe.
And that was worth everything.
