Gloria set down her wine glass.
“Margaret, you’re embarrassing yourself.
This is our home.”
“Not anymore,” I said.
Evan laughed again, but this time it was thinner.
“You can’t just—”
“Your company card was deactivated four minutes ago,” I said.
“Your keycard to this house will stop working at midnight.
And the car you’ve been driving?
It belongs to the trust.
Not you.”
The color drained from his face.
Gloria stood up so fast her chair scraped the floor.
“You can’t do this.
Emily is married to my son.
That makes this ours.”
“Emily owns this house,” I said.
“You were a guest who never left.”
Emily looked up.
Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
Then Evan pulled out his phone.
“I’m calling our lawyer.”
“Go ahead,” I said.
“But you should know—Daniel Cho already pulled the cloud records.
Every transfer you made from Emily’s accounts.
Every purchase.
Every signature you forged on the trust documents.”
The room went silent.
Evan’s phone slipped from his hand and hit the table.
“You didn’t,” he whispered.
“I didn’t have to,” I said.
“You did it to yourself.”
Then Emily spoke for the first time.
Her voice was shaking, but it was there.
“Mom,” she said.
“There’s something I haven’t told you.
Something worse than the money.”
She pulled back her sleeve.
What Margaret saw underneath changed everything.
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PART 3
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Emily pulled back her sleeve.
Not just the purple mark from before.
Round, deliberate marks — small circles pressed into her skin, some faded yellow, some still red.
I counted seven before I stopped.
“When did this start?” I asked.
“After Lily was born.” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper.
“He said I wasn’t trying hard enough.
That the house wasn’t clean enough.
That I was a bad mother.”
Evan pushed his chair back.
“She’s lying.
Margaret, you can’t seriously—”
“Show me your other arm,” I said to Emily.
She did.
Same marks.
Older ones, layered under newer ones.
“Emily,” I said.
“How long?”
“Fourteen months.”
I looked at Evan.
He was still sitting, but his hands had gone white on the table.
“She b*rns herself,” he said quickly.
“She’s unstable.
I’ve been trying to get her help—”
“Stop.” My voice came out flat.
“I’ve seen enough.”
“You haven’t seen anything,” Evan said.
He stood up.
“You think you can walk in here and take over?
I’m Lily’s father.
I have rights.
If you push this, I’ll file for full custody tomorrow morning.
I’ll tell the court Emily is mentally unfit.
I have witnesses.”
He looked at Gloria.
“Tell her.”
Gloria didn’t speak.
“Mom,” Evan said.
“Tell her Emily has problems.
Tell her.”
Gloria’s mouth opened, then closed.
“Say something!” Evan shouted.
“You b*rned her,” Gloria said quietly.
The room stopped.
Evan’s face twisted.
“What?”
“I saw you.
In the kitchen.
Three weeks ago.
You held the lighter to her arm because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and you said she should shut it up.”
Evan’s jaw tightened.
“That’s not what happened.”
“I was standing in the hallway,” Gloria said.
“I saw it.”
“You’re my mother,” Evan said.
“You’re supposed to—”
“I’m supposed to what?
Watch you do what your father did to me?”
Emily’s head came up.
Gloria looked at her.
“I should have stopped him.
I should have stopped your father.
I didn’t.
And then I raised a son just like him, and I didn’t stop that either.”
“That’s enough,” Evan said.
His voice had changed.
“Both of you.
This is over.”
“No,” I said.
“It’s just starting.”
I turned to Emily.
“Did you document this?”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
“Every night.
Since the second time.
Audio recordings.
The dates, the times, what he said, what he did.”
“How many?”
“Over two hundred.”
Evan lunged across the table.
“Give me that phone—”
