My Fake Death Was The Punchline To His Cruel Joke Chapter 16
My hand froze on the mouse.
That morning, Bennett, accompanied by two lawyers, had walked into the Attorney General’s office and handed over the entire, unedited cloud album: “Let’s See If She Makes It to 100.”
It wasn’t just the ninety-nine videos I had managed to back up.
It was everything. Deleted chats. Original, uncompressed files. Invitation lists for every “test.” Planning documents with handwritten notes.
Times, places, participants—all meticulously documented.
Test seventeen: when they locked me on a terrace during a rainstorm.
Test forty-three: when Camille had someone swap out my presentation notes.
Test ninety-seven: when Bennett personally registered Camille as his partner and had security escort me out the back.
And in the chat logs for test ninety-nine, Camille’s own words, damning and clear.
“A few drops of walnut oil won’t kill her. She’ll just cry and beg Bennett to save her. That’s the fun part.”
Bennett’s reply was a single camera emoji.
In front of the prosecutors, he confessed to everything.
“The hundred tests were not a scam Mara Ortiz designed.”
“They were a long-term, systematic, and documented campaign of abuse against her.”
“Camille was the ringleader. I was a key participant.”
“I am willing to testify against her as a cooperating witness, and I am prepared to accept full criminal responsibility for my actions.”