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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
The situation between my in-laws was quite the drama. Maria had always seemed assertive, but she still feared Gilbert. This time, she got into a real fight with him because he flirted with the three women I sent to linger around their neighbourhood. I grunted and abruptly ended the conversation. Wesley might change his tune when he sees his parents in their hospital beds.
Maria pushed Gilbert down the stairs in a fit of rage; he was already frail, and the fall fractured some of his bones, from which he had yet to fully recover.
Maria wasn’t much better, either; Gilbert had slapped her twice and hit her with a cane in a previous fight, so her back was in bad shape, and every step she took hurt.
Of course, I didn’t tell Wesley about this; it would be more interesting if he found out for himself.
When Charlotte was seven months pregnant, I filed a lawsuit against her and Wesley, who were completely caught off guard. I spent the following few months counting down the days.
I sued them for bigamy, claiming that Wesley had been seeing Charlotte while we were still married, had taken wedding photos with her, and was even expecting a child together.
Previously, I had gathered information in Charlotte’s neighbourhood, where they had been posing as newlyweds; they were legally married and lived together.
Wesley approached me and confronted me about the lawsuit.
I smiled and said, “Nothing, I’m just doing something that makes me happy.”
Charlotte screamed, “She is dying! She wants to exact revenge on us before she dies. Clara Watson, you evil woman!”
“Are you dying?”Wesley asked, terrified, and turned to Charlotte. “What’s going on? “Tell me everything.
Charlotte, holding her baby bump, explained the situation with great difficulty.
Wesley looked at me with a conflicted expression, “Is this your revenge on me?”
I shook my head casually, saying, “No, I am fine. I went in for another checkup, and it turns out they misdiagnosed.”
In reality, I wasn’t sick at all; the previous diagnosis was bogus, and what I told Charlotte was a lie that I conveniently explained away as a misdiagnosis.
Before Wesley could recover from the shock, he received a phone call from the police station. I loved seeing their faces fall as they realised they were on the verge of victory only to be devastated.
Aha! The little trap I set up for the new project had been discovered.
Multiple business partners soon sued Wesley, accusing him of fraud, claiming he was passing off subpar products as high-quality ones and demanding compensation.
While Wesley was embroiled in litigation, I reported him for his previous actions of framing other companies and accepting kickbacks when he first joined my company.
When Wesley was caught up in this mess, I sent him a video of his parents fighting and informed him that they were still in the hospital. He rushed to the hospital in a panic, but the police arrested him shortly after he arrived.
Maria pushed Gilbert down the stairs in a fit of rage; he was already frail, and the fall fractured some of his bones, from which he had yet to fully recover.
Maria wasn’t much better, either; Gilbert had slapped her twice and hit her with a cane in a previous fight, so her back was in bad shape, and every step she took hurt.
Of course, I didn’t tell Wesley about this; it would be more interesting if he found out for himself.
When Charlotte was seven months pregnant, I filed a lawsuit against her and Wesley, who were completely caught off guard. I spent the following few months counting down the days.
I sued them for bigamy, claiming that Wesley had been seeing Charlotte while we were still married, had taken wedding photos with her, and was even expecting a child together.
Previously, I had gathered information in Charlotte’s neighbourhood, where they had been posing as newlyweds; they were legally married and lived together.
Wesley approached me and confronted me about the lawsuit.
I smiled and said, “Nothing, I’m just doing something that makes me happy.”
Charlotte screamed, “She is dying! She wants to exact revenge on us before she dies. Clara Watson, you evil woman!”
“Are you dying?”Wesley asked, terrified, and turned to Charlotte. “What’s going on? “Tell me everything.
Charlotte, holding her baby bump, explained the situation with great difficulty.
Wesley looked at me with a conflicted expression, “Is this your revenge on me?”
I shook my head casually, saying, “No, I am fine. I went in for another checkup, and it turns out they misdiagnosed.”
In reality, I wasn’t sick at all; the previous diagnosis was bogus, and what I told Charlotte was a lie that I conveniently explained away as a misdiagnosis.
Before Wesley could recover from the shock, he received a phone call from the police station. I loved seeing their faces fall as they realised they were on the verge of victory only to be devastated.
Aha! The little trap I set up for the new project had been discovered.
Multiple business partners soon sued Wesley, accusing him of fraud, claiming he was passing off subpar products as high-quality ones and demanding compensation.
While Wesley was embroiled in litigation, I reported him for his previous actions of framing other companies and accepting kickbacks when he first joined my company.
When Wesley was caught up in this mess, I sent him a video of his parents fighting and informed him that they were still in the hospital. He rushed to the hospital in a panic, but the police arrested him shortly after he arrived.