Chapter 8 - The Exposure
I stepped onto the stage, pulling a wireless microphone from the podium. Daniel made a move toward me, but Detective Miller stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his holster.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I announced, addressing the room and the live news cameras. “You all know my husband, Daniel Pierce. The philanthropist. The family man. The savior.”
I pointed to the massive projector screen behind the stage. Suddenly, the screen flickered to life. Vance’s tech team had successfully hijacked the event’s AV system.
Images flooded the screen: medical documents showing Daniel’s positive HIV test results, wire transfer logs to dirty doctors, and high-definition video footage of Daniel verbally and physically abusing Eli in our home.
Gasps echoed through the room. Cell phones were raised. Reporters began shouting questions.
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“Turn it off! Turn it off now!” Daniel roared, his polished mask finally shattering into pure, unbridled rage. He lunged toward the AV booth, but federal agents blocked his path.
“Daniel Pierce,” I said over the microphone, looking down at him with utter contempt. “You thought I was a weak widow you could control. You thought my son was defenseless. But you forgot one simple rule: never attack a mother who knows how to hunt.”
