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When Betrayal Backfires

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 636    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

d with the low hum of anticipation. Mr. Russo sat at our table, lo

you wearing a live lavalier microphone. It connects directly to the court's recording system. It helps m

course. "Is that

small black mic to her lapel myself. "Don't worry, it only picks up sound

choice bu

e opening statements and the initial witnesses wit

y Johns to the stand to introduce and verify the defendan

handle such a crucial piece of evidence. The opposing counsel lo

aky legs. She was sworn in. I handed he

you please identify these

r. Russo's corporate and personal accounts fo

, her voice faltered. She fumbled with the pages, her han

ey would, the def

y shouted, rising to his feet.

om erupted

r! On what grounds do you make su

reviewed the initial discovery and found significant discrepancies. We believe the do

irty-minute recess. I want both sets of documents and

walked back to the counsel table where Molly was having a full-blown p

desperate whisper, forgetting completely ab

"I told Russo to create a clean fake! I checked it myse

the judge, having returned to the bench early, turned on the courtroom's audio syst

a clean fake! ...Why did

The defense table stared, mouths agape. The c

ask of cold fury. He sta

tempt of court and evidence tampering. Ms. Johns, you are

ap had

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When Betrayal Backfires
When Betrayal Backfires
“I died on a Tuesday, a stress-induced heart attack ending the brilliant career of Gabrielle Smith, Chicago's corporate law star. My spirit lingered, an invisible spectator at my own memorial, watching Andrew Clark, my childhood friend and secret love, console Molly Johns, the paralegal I'd taken under my wing. Then came the whispered confession that shattered my spectral peace: Molly, hysterical, admitted she swapped the evidence file to protect the client, promised a fortune. But Andrew's next words were the real kill shot. Stroking her hair, he revealed he knew all along, that he helped her cover it up, that he was tired of living in my shadow and wanted me to take the fall. The betrayal was a jolt, a blinding flash that ripped through my disembodied form, extinguishing the scent of funeral lilies and replacing it with the familiar smell of my office. I gasped, a lung-filling breath, snapping my eyes open to see my hand resting on my mahogany desk, the clock reading 3:15 PM. A knock came at the door. "Gabrielle? I have the final discovery files for the Russo case," Molly's voice said. I looked at the calendar. It was the very day my downfall began. But not this time. This time, I knew.”
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