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Chapter 773:
She swiped again, revealing the photographs of the legal draft Richard had tried to force Alycia to sign.
“He was prepared to take the last trust fund you fought to protect and hand every cent of it to that unborn child p>
The final thread of Susan’s sanity snapped. She let out a terrible, animal sound—grief and rage colliding into something barely human. She remembered it all: how she had voluntarily pleaded guilty to Richard’s fraud charges, certain she was saving her family, securing her daughter’s future.
Instead, she had been betrayed, discarded, and replaced. Everything she had sacrificed was going to a stranger.
𝖥i𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘃е𝘭 𝖯𝖣𝖥s o𝘯
She drove her fists against the bulletproof glass until her knuckles bled, screaming that she would kill Richard, that she would tear him apart with her bare hands.
June watched the breakdown in silence. When Susan finally went still, June closed the tablet.
“He didn’t stop there,” she said, delivering the final blow. “He threw Alycia out of the house yesterday. Disowned her. Left her with nothing p>
Susan’s head snapped up. Her eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. Alycia was the last thing she had left in the world.
She stared at June, her voice reduced to something hoarse and unrecognizable. “What do you want? Why are you showing me all of this p>
June leaned forward slightly, her gaze cold and absolute. “I want you to be a state’s witness. I want you to send Richard to the electric chair p>
Dead silence filled the visiting room, broken only by the monotonous hum of the exhaust fan. Susan’s chest heaved violently, her eyes fixed on the intercom microphone.
“Murder?” she repeated hoarsely, her mind racing through the haze of hatred and shock.
June leaned back in her chair, hands folded on the table, her posture radiating absolute control.
“I have the complete evidence chain proving that Richard paid to sabotage your sister Vivian’s helicopter ten years ago,” she said. “I have the mechanic’s full confession and the offshore account records showing the payment p>
Susan’s pupils flickered. As Richard’s wife, she had always suspected the truth about that accident. But she had chosen silence—for the family’s reputation, for the fortune, for the life she had built on top of it.
“If you keep quiet,” June continued, “Richard will at most face bankruptcy for financial fraud. He will still be out there, living off hidden assets with his new companion and his new son, comfortable and untouchable.” She let that settle before continuing. “But if you testify as a key witness—if you provide the details of how Richard ordered the killing and the physical evidence he concealed—he will be charged with first-degree murder. He will spend the rest of his life in prison. Or he will receive the death penalty p>
Susan gritted her teeth. Her nails scraped against the stainless steel table with a terrible, drawn-out screech. She was torn between the desire for revenge and the fear of what testifying might cost her.
“Why should I trust you?” she spat. “You’re my enemy. You’re the reason I’m sitting in here p>