Michael turned to the investigator. “Please go ahead.” The man opened a folder and brought out photographs.
One by one, he placed them on the table. Pictures of Ruth with Derek in his car, at restaurants, and at nightclubs.
Ruth’s eyes widened. What is all this? Are you spying on me? Michael didn’t move.
Keep going. The investigator then brought out another document. This, he said, is a laboratory report of the powder you asked tomorrow to put in your husband’s food.
It is not medicine. It is poison. Ruth jumped to her feet. That’s a lie.
She’s lying. Michael raised his voice for the first time. Sit down. Ruth froze. I trusted you.
Michael said bitterly. I gave you everything. You mocked me. You cheated on me. And you tried to destroy me quietly.
It’s not true. Ruth screamed. She’s lying. That girl is evil. She wants to ruin our marriage.
The lawyer placed a thick envelope on the table. These are your divorce papers, he said calmly.
Mr. Williams has already signed them. Ruth’s knees weakened. No. No. Michael. Please. I was desperate.
I made mistakes, but it wasn’t meant to go this far. Please forgive me. Michael turned away.
I forgave you the first time, he said coldly. You used my forgiveness to sharpen your knife.
You wanted to kill me, Ruth. Taz streamed down her face. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do.
I gave you a choice, Michael replied. You chose betrayal. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
Please don’t leave me. I’ll change. I swear I will. Michael looked at her with pain in his eyes.
It’s too late. The lawyer stood up. You have 48 hours to leave this house.
The investigator packed his files and walked out. Ruth slowly stood, wiping her face. Her eyes landed on Amara, who stood quietly by the kitchen door.
This is your fault. Ruth screamed. You wicked orphan. I helped you. I wanted to take you abroad.
Amara said nothing. She only looked at Ruth calmly. Ruth stormed out of the room.
Two days later, Ruth left the mansion quietly, her bags packed, shame written all over her face.
That evening, Amara was setting the table when Michael called softly. “Amara, come said.” She sat beside him.
“It’s over,” he said. “She’s gone.” “I know,” Amora replied gently. He turned to her.
