Chapter 8 - Cracks in the Cross DynastyInside the central holding facility, the united front between Daniel and Vivian completely shattered.
Separated into different cell blocks, the mother and son who had once laughed at my pain turned on each other with feral, panicked desperation.
During a meeting with his public defender, Daniel broke down into hysterical sobs, laying the entire blame on his mother.
âIt was her idea!â Daniel screamed, banging his hands on the metal table. âShe hated Clara! She told me Clara was a gold-digger! She forced me to hold her arms!â
Meanwhile, in the womenâs holding block, Vivian was screaming at her own legal team, claiming Daniel had planned the entire assault to force a divorce so he could keep my wedding gifts.
Their mutual betrayals were documented by state prosecutors, adding felony conspiracy and perjury charges to their indictments.
My eye treatments progressed rapidly over the next month. By the end of the fourth week, Dr. Aris removed my protective glasses completely. My vision was crystal clear, sharp, and entirely healed.
I stood in my fatherâs office on the top floor of the Hartwell Building, looking out over the city skyline.
On the desk lay the newly minted deed to the flagship hotel downtownârenamed The Clara Grand Hotel.
My mother walked over, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. âHow do you feel, sweetie?â
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I looked at the deed, then at my mother, a deep, whole smile spreading across my face.
âI feel like I can see everything clearly now, Mom,â I replied.
