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"It was an accident!" my sister cried out, laughing loudly as the heavy oak door crushed my newly operated leg. I couldn’t stop screaming in agony—and she knew all about my surgery. Everyone heard her cruel laughter echoing through the room. But her fiancé heard something else entirely in her tone. As he turned and looked straight at my sister, what horrifying secret did his eyes uncover? / Chapter 6 / 10

Chapter 7 - The Trap is Set

Leaning on Ethan’s arm, I descended the grand marble staircase one slow, deliberate step at a time. The tap of my cane against the stone resonated through the hall, cutting through the classical string quartet’s melody.

Conversations died down as the guests noticed our arrival. Whispers rippled through the sea of tuxedos and evening gowns. Everyone knew the scandalous rumor of the falling door three weeks ago, but seeing me walk—albeit with a cane and a brace—drew gasps of admiration from some, and uncomfortable shifting from others.

Jessica turned around, champagne flute in hand, her triumphant smile freezing into a grotesque grimace the moment she saw me.

"Clara!" Jessica recovered quickly, rushing forward with outstretched arms, her theatrical display of sisterly devotion on full display. "Oh, you brave, foolish girl! You shouldn't be out of bed! Ethan, why did you let her come here? Look at her leg, she can barely balance!"

I didn't flinch away this time. I looked directly into her cold, serpentine eyes.

"I wouldn't miss this night for the world, Jessica," I said, my voice ringing clear across the ballroom. "After all, you went to so much trouble to ensure I would be permanently indisposed."

Jessica’s laughter was shrill, grating against the silence of the room. "Still telling your tall tales, sweetie? The doctors told us the trauma might make you paranoid. It was an accident! Everyone knows that!"

"Just like the door?" Ethan inquired, his voice dripping with venom. "Just like Julian in Lake Como? Or perhaps... just like the mechanic’s ledger we recovered this morning from a garage in Queens?"

Jessica’s face twitched. "What mechanic? Ethan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"A mechanic named Marcus," Ethan replied casually, stepping forward so that he blocked Jessica’s path of escape. "He had a fascinating story to tell the state investigators today. He told them about a woman who paid him fifty thousand dollars in unmarked bills to tamper with the brakes of a silver sedan eight months ago. And another ten thousand to sabotage the emergency brake on a wheelchair ramp this afternoon."

Panic, raw and wild, flickered behind Jessica’s eyes. She glanced wildly around the room, realizing that several guests—including men in dark suits who clearly weren't socialites—were inching closer, cutting off the exits.

"You're lying!" Jessica shrieked, backing away toward the long glass corridor that led to the estate's private art gallery. "You're both insane! You're trying to ruin my wedding day! Ethan, I love you! How could you believe her over me?!"

"Run to the gallery, Jessica," Ethan said with a mocking tilt of his head. "See if the truth can be hidden in the dark."

Losing her composure entirely, Jessica gathered the hem of her multi-thousand-dollar gown, shoved past a group of stunned socialites, and sprinted down the dimly lit gallery corridor.

"Stay here," Ethan said to me gently.

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"No," I replied, gripping my cane with unyielding resolve. "I need to look her in the eye when the gavel falls."

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