The Weight Of Leaving by Riven Kade novel Chapter 73

Chapter 10

Richard’s legs buckled.

He collapsed into the nearest chair, gasping for air like the weight of the world had just caved in on his chest.

Theresa and Aubrey?

They crumpled to the ground like broken dolls–silent, hollow–eyed, completely drained of their masks.

walked toward my father, slowly, deliberately.

The man I had called “Dad” for over twenty years now looked small.

nsignificant.

There wasn’t even a flicker of warmth left in my eyes as I stared at him.

You really thought your sins ended with cheating? With raising a secret daughter behind my mother’s back, stealing my

nheritance, and trying to kill me?”

My voice wasn’t loud, but the microphone made sure everyone in the hall–and everyone watching online–heard it

crystal clear.

Twenty years ago…”

‘My mother–Elowen Carter, the founder of Carter Dynamics–did she really jump from that balcony because of

depression?”

I pulled out the final piece of evidence.

A diary.

Her diary.

And with it, a sworn statement–obtained after I had my lawyers reopen the police investigation.

The projector lit up again, now displaying the handwritten pages of my mother’s final journal entries

One by one, the pages turned.

She had documented everything.

How she discovered her husband was sleeping with the housekeeper.

How the man she trusted most was secretly draining company assets right from under her nose.

How it broke her.

How she fought with herself–tried to hold on–and eventually made the decision to confront them.

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And then came the last page.

The ink was rushed, unsteady. One could feel her hands had been trembling

“Richard. Theresa. I will ruin you both. See you in court tomorrow.”

The date?

The day before she “jumped.”

And then came the neighbor’s statement.

A man who had lived next door at the time.

He testified that, on the night of her death, he’d just come home from work when he saw it-

Richard and Theresa, out on the balcony, locked in a screaming match with my mother.

There was shoving.

There was yelling.

And then… she was gone.

Fell

Or more likely–pushed.

That was it.

The truth, laid bare.

The perfect family? Nothing but a festering nest of liars, killers, and thieves.

A fake wife.

A secret child.

A stolen company.

And a murder covered up for twenty years.

They built their empire on my mother’s corpse.

And then they tried to bury me the same way.

I looked down at them now–at the way fear had twisted their faces into grotesque masks.

And I pressed the button on my phone.

The police, already waiting outside, stormed the building.

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