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Poisoned Love, Bitter Justice

Marigold
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My mother, a nurse who spent forty years caring for others, was poisoned and left for dead after a charity gala. The woman responsible, Keyla Dixon, stood in court, a mask of tearful innocence, claiming self-defense. The real horror? My husband, Garrison Gardner, the city's top lawyer, was defending Keyla. He tore my mother's reputation apart, twisting the truth until the jury believed Keyla was the victim. The verdict came swiftly: "Not guilty." Keyla hugged Garrison, a triumphant smirk flashing across her face. That night, in our cold mansion, I confronted him. "How could you?" I choked out. He calmly replied, "It was my job. Keyla is a very important client." When I screamed that she tried to kill my mother, he threatened to use my mother's sealed medical records, her history of depression, to paint her as unstable and suicidal. He was willing to destroy her memory to protect his client and his career. I was trapped, humiliated, and heartbroken. He had sacrificed my mother for his ambition, and now he was trying to erase me. But as I signed the divorce papers he had prepared, a wild, desperate plan began to form. If they wanted me gone, I would disappear. And then, I would make them pay.

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Chapter 1

My mother, a nurse who spent forty years caring for others, was poisoned and left for dead after a charity gala. The woman responsible, Keyla Dixon, stood in court, a mask of tearful innocence, claiming self-defense.

The real horror? My husband, Garrison Gardner, the city's top lawyer, was defending Keyla. He tore my mother's reputation apart, twisting the truth until the jury believed Keyla was the victim.

The verdict came swiftly: "Not guilty." Keyla hugged Garrison, a triumphant smirk flashing across her face. That night, in our cold mansion, I confronted him. "How could you?" I choked out. He calmly replied, "It was my job. Keyla is a very important client."

When I screamed that she tried to kill my mother, he threatened to use my mother's sealed medical records, her history of depression, to paint her as unstable and suicidal. He was willing to destroy her memory to protect his client and his career.

I was trapped, humiliated, and heartbroken. He had sacrificed my mother for his ambition, and now he was trying to erase me. But as I signed the divorce papers he had prepared, a wild, desperate plan began to form. If they wanted me gone, I would disappear. And then, I would make them pay.

Chapter 1

The polished courtroom floor reflected the harsh fluorescent lights, making everything feel cold and unreal. I stared at the woman in the witness box, Keyla Dixon, her face a perfect mask of tearful innocence.

She dabbed at her dry eyes with a silk handkerchief.

"I was so frightened," she whispered, her voice trembling just enough. "She came at me... I just defended myself."

A lie. Every word was a lie. My mother, a community nurse who spent forty years caring for others, wouldn't hurt a fly. She had accidentally spilled a drink on Keyla's designer dress at a charity gala. That was her only crime.

For that, Keyla and her friends had cornered my mom in a quiet hallway. They didn't just beat her. They left her for dead.

The real horror came later, in the hospital, when the doctors found the poison. A slow-acting toxin, meant to ensure she never woke up.

It was attempted murder, plain and simple.

But here we were, and the jury was eating up Keyla's performance. And the man directing this whole circus, the one tearing my mother's reputation apart, was my husband.

Garrison Gardner.

He stood, his expensive suit perfectly tailored, his expression one of professional sympathy for his client. He was the founder of the city's top law firm, a man known for his charm and his ruthless courtroom strategies. I had once been so proud of him.

Now, I just felt sick.

He turned his gaze on the jury. "This was a tragic accident, a misunderstanding escalated by fear. My client, Ms. Dixon, is the victim here."

The words hit me harder than a physical blow. I felt the bile rise in my throat.

The verdict came quickly. "Not guilty."

Keyla hugged Garrison, a triumphant smirk flashing across her face for a split second before she replaced it with a look of relieved sorrow.

I sat frozen in the gallery, the world dissolving into a dull roar in my ears. It couldn't be real.

That night, our cold, silent mansion felt more like a tomb. I was waiting for him in the living room when he came home. He loosened his tie, his movements fluid and confident, as if he'd just come home from a normal day at the office.

"Janette," he said, his voice even.

"How could you?" I finally choked out, the words raw.

"It was my job." He walked to the bar and poured himself a scotch. "Keyla is a client. A very important client."

"She tried to kill my mother!" I screamed, my control finally snapping. "And you let her walk free!"

He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes meeting mine over the rim of the glass. The warmth I once loved in his gaze was gone, replaced by something cold and hard.

"The evidence was circumstantial," he said calmly. "Your mother's... condition made her an unreliable witness in their eyes."

"My mother's condition? You mean the coma Keyla put her in?"

He set the glass down with a soft click. "I'm talking about her medical history. The one I have right here."

He tapped a sleek leather briefcase on the table. My blood ran cold.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your mother had a history of depression, Janette," he said, his voice dropping, becoming intimate, conspiratorial. "Treated for it years ago. It wouldn't be hard for a good lawyer to suggest she was unstable, perhaps even suicidal. That the poison..."

He let the sentence hang in the air, the implication suffocating me.

He was threatening to destroy my mother's memory, to paint her as mentally ill to protect his client and his career. To protect himself.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and furious. "You wouldn't."

He took a step closer, his face softening into a mask of concern that I now recognized as completely false. "Of course I wouldn't want to. I love you, Janette. You know that."

He reached out to touch my cheek, and I flinched away as if burned.

The memory of him proposing flashed in my mind. He had been a young, ambitious lawyer then. He had pursued me for two years, relentless and charming. My mother had adored him. She told me he was a good man, that he would always protect me.

"I gave up my own career to support you," I whispered, the words tasting like ash. "I stood by you when your firm was just starting, when we had nothing."

"And I've given you everything," he countered, his voice losing its gentle edge. "This house. This life. I did it all for us."

"For us?" I laughed, a broken, ugly sound. "You did this for you, Garrison. And you sacrificed my mother for it."

His jaw tightened. The mask was gone. "Keyla's family is powerful. Making them an enemy would destroy everything I've built. Everything we have."

He picked up the briefcase again, holding it like a weapon. "Drop it, Janette. Don't file an appeal. Don't talk to the press. Let it go."

"Or what?" I challenged, my voice shaking. "You'll release my mother's sealed medical records? You'll tell the world she was a depressed woman who tried to poison herself?"

"I'm asking you to be smart," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "For your own good. And for your mother's legacy."

The threat was clear. He would use her most private pains against her, against me. He would twist her life into a lie to save himself.

I stared at the man I had married, the man I had loved with all my heart. He was a stranger. A monster hiding behind a handsome face and a charming smile.

The fight drained out of me, replaced by a cold, heavy despair. I nodded slowly, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

He saw my surrender, and a look of satisfaction crossed his face. He walked over to me, his steps silent and predatory.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand landing on my shoulder. His touch was cold. "It will all be over soon. We can go back to how things were."

I closed my eyes. He was wrong. Nothing would ever be the same. The love I had for him was dying, being replaced by something else. Something dark and patient.

"I need you to sign something for me tomorrow," he said, his voice casual again. "Just some paperwork for the firm. A formality."

I didn't answer.

"I'll have my assistant bring it by," he continued, not needing a response. "Get some rest, Janette. You look exhausted."

He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the oppressive silence. I looked around at the opulent house, at the life he claimed he built for us. It was a cage. A beautiful, gilded cage.

And I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I had to get out. But not just out. I had to burn it all to the ground.

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