“Lena,” he said softly for the room to hear, “whatever you think happened, we can discuss this privately.”
“There’s nothing private anymore.”
For a split second, his mask slipped.
Elaine snapped, “You ungrateful girl. We gave you everything.”
“You gave me bills,” I replied.
Celeste scoffed. “You couldn’t even dress properly at your own baby shower.”
I glanced at her expensive shoes. “And yours were paid for with my son’s money.”
Her face went pale.
The lawyers heard everything.
One of them opened his case. “Do you have proof?”
Adrian laughed. “Proof? She has emotions and screenshots.”
I shifted my baby and placed a small black drive on the table.
“No,” I said. “I have bank records, forged authorizations, shell accounts, fake payments, and messages discussing how long I could survive before breaking.”
The room went cold.
Adrian stared at the drive as if it might explode.
My grandfather’s voice dropped. “Explain.”
