He Accused Me Of Stealing But I Heard The Truth Chapter 44
“I only used the signature on paperwork she should have signed anyway.”
Her own lawyer closed his eyes.
The prosecutor waited two beats.
“So you admit it was you who copied her signature from the clinic documents onto the acknowledgment of relocation funds?”
Rachel went white.
“No! I mean, someone in the office could have—”
“Your account created the document. Your company received the money. The man you paid deleted the logs. Which employee in your office bought two properties with the proceeds?”
Rachel didn’t answer.
She turned to the jury, her voice rising with desperation.
“Erin never loved Derek. She only came back because the child got sick. She acts like she wants nothing now because she’s planning to take more later.”
The prosecutor picked up my police statement from the attempted organ-trafficking incident.
“If she already had enough money to buy a house, why was she prepared to sell her own kidney to pay for her child’s medicine?”
“That was an act, too!”
Rachel practically screamed it.
“Those men, the hospital, the banks, the aid center—they could all have been arranged by her. She’s always been good at making people pity her!”
No one interrupted her.
She spoke faster and faster, pointing the finger at every person who had refused to perpetuate her lies.
Nicole was jealous of her position. Henry wanted power. The doctors were trying to curry favor with the Westons. Derek had betrayed her for his daughter. Even Maisie’s illness became a pawn in a game I had supposedly orchestrated.
I sat just outside the witness box and watched her rip away the last of her own disguise.
Six years ago, her tears had been enough to make Derek stop asking questions.
Six years later, with a mountain of physical evidence in front of her, she still believed that if she just sounded enough like the victim, everyone else should be forced to doubt me.
Before the jury retired to deliberate, Rachel turned and looked at me one last time.
This time, there were no tears on her face.
Only raw, undisguised fear.