Chapter 2 - The Ghost on the Screen
The projector hummed to life, casting a bright blue glow over the altar. A second later, the sharp, crystal-clear image of David’s face materialized on the screen.
A collective gasp rippled through the packed pews. David looked tired, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion, sitting at his executive desk in our Manhattan penthouse. But his expression wasn't one of grief or fear. It was a look of cold, calculating fury.
The moment the audio kicked on, the very first sentence David spoke made Eleanor instantly collapse to the floor.
"If you are watching this video, Mother, it means your greed finally pushed me into a corner from which I couldn't walk back—and it means you have already tried to destroy my wife and my unborn child."
Eleanor hit the marble floor with a sickening thud, her knees buckling completely beneath her as the color drained entirely from her face. Chloe shrieked, dropping my wedding ring as she scrambled down to catch her mother. "Mom! Mom, get up! Turn that off!" Chloe screamed, lunging toward the projector.
Sterling stepped smoothly into her path, blocking her with a wall-like authority. "Sit down, Miss Sterling. You signed the legal waiver to attend this service. You will watch every frame."
On the screen, David’s eyes seemed to pierce straight through the lens, staring down the entire congregation.
"For thirty years, I let you control my life, Mother," David’s recorded voice rang out, steady and merciless. "I let you bully my friends, dictate my career choices, and dictate who I could love. But the moment I married Sarah, you crossed a line you could never uncross. You thought because I was quiet, I was blind. You thought because I kept the peace, I didn't see the poison you were injecting into our family behind closed doors."
I stood frozen beside the casket, tears streaming down my face as my husband’s voice washed over me. The memory of his final words echoed in my mind: “I’ve secured the fortress, Sarah.” He hadn't just secured it. He had laid a trap.
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"You probably managed to get your hands on a fake paternity test by now," David continued on the screen, a chilling, bitter smile touching his lips. "You always loved theatrical cruelty, Mother. But let me save you the suspense: Sarah is carrying my child. My blood. My only heir. And the moment you tried to use a forged document to throw her out on the street at my funeral, you legally triggered the forfeiture clause of the entire Sterling family trust."
Silence fell over the cathedral. A heavy, suffocating silence where nobody dared to breathe.
