She hadn’t just been cruel to my daughters.
She’d been running a calculated campaign to isolate them — to get the loyal housekeeper fired on false charges, so that when we married and I traveled, there’d be no witness, no protector, no one to stand between Chloe and two little girls she clearly saw as obstacles to the life she actually wanted, which was mine, and my money, without the inconvenience of my dead wife’s children.
I watched forty-five minutes of footage.
By the end, I wasn’t pale from shock anymore.
I was calm. Cold. Clear.
The way you get when you finally see a threat plainly, and you know exactly what you have to do to remove it from your children’s lives.
PART 3
I did not marry Chloe in three months. Obviously.
But I didn’t just call off the wedding, either, because calling off a wedding doesn’t undo months of psychological abuse against two children, and it doesn’t protect them from a woman who’d already proven she’d manufacture evidence and lie to my face. Chloe had shown me exactly who she was and exactly what she was capable of. I was not going to respond with a polite breakup.
I went to my attorney with the footage.
