“It k:illed my daughter.”
Nobody moved.
Then the prosecutor stood.
“Mrs. Whitmore, this matter is no longer civil.”
The charges came quickly after that.
Reckless endangerment. Assault. Criminal negligence resulting in d:eath. Witness intimidation followed after Margaret tried paying Marco to leave the country. Lena uncovered that too.
Daniel begged me to meet him privately one last time.
I agreed once.
He looked thinner, older, ruined. “Claire, I didn’t know.”
“But I told you,” I replied. “At the dinner table. In the ambulance. At the hospital. I told you, and every time, you chose her.”
Tears filled his eyes. “I was raised to trust her.”
“And I buried our daughter because of it.”
He flinched visibly.
I placed the divorce papers between us.
“I’m not doing revenge the way your mother does,” I said quietly. “No screaming. No lies. No p0:ison hidden in food. Just truth, documented and filed correctly.”
He touched the papers with trembling hands.
“She’s going to prison.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll lose the partnership.”
“You stood beside her publicly while she called me hysterical after our daughter d:ied. Your firm already knows.”
His face crumpled.
“And the house?” he asked weakly.
