Chapter 6 - The Broken Promise"Mrs. Mercer," the judge said, her voice barely a whisper, all the sternness gone, replaced by a deep, hollow horror. "What... what is that?"
"This is the truth, Your Honor," I said, my voice steady, though a single tear finally broke free and ran down my cheek. "Two years ago, my husband threw me down the stairs of our home. I hit the glass coffee table at the bottom. It shattered. A piece of glass pierced my chest, barely missing my heart."
Daniel stood frozen, his eyes wide, his face completely devoid of color. "She... she fell," he stammered, his voice weak and trembling. "It was an accident. She tripped on the carpet."
"I didn't trip, Daniel," I said, turning to look at him. "You pushed me because I asked why you had transferred three hundred thousand dollars out of my personal trust fund. You left me bleeding on the floor for forty minutes before you called an ambulance. And while I was in surgery, you cleaned up the glass, threw away the broken table, and told the doctors I had had a manic episode and threw myself down the stairs."
The courtroom was so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.
"I let you believe I bought that story," I continued, looking back at the judge. "I let you believe I was too afraid to speak. But while you were planning how to take the rest of my money, I was healing. And I was documenting."
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Ruth stepped forward, handing a USB drive to the clerk. "Your Honor, on this drive is the audio recording from our client's smart watch, which she managed to activate while she was lying on the floor waiting for the ambulance. It contains twenty minutes of Mr. Mercer refusing to call 911 while he cleaned the living room, telling her that if she died, it would solve all his problems."
Vanessa slowly stood up, her face white. She looked at Daniel as if he were a monster she had suddenly realized she was sharing a bed with. She took a step away from him, her hands shaking as she grabbed her designer purse.
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