Chapter 7 - The Begging in the Dust
Four months later.
Daniel’s world had completely collapsed.
Because his corporate accounts were frozen under the civil fraud injunction, he couldn't pay his high-priced defense lawyers. His legal team abandoned him, leaving him with a court-appointed public defender.
His luxury mansion—which was owned entirely by my family trust—had been repossessed. His sports cars were auctioned off to pay back the stolen corporate funds. He was living in a dreary, one-bedroom apartment on the far side of town, working as an entry-level clerk at a local shipping yard, earning minimum wage.
Vanessa had already accepted a plea bargain, agreeing to testify against Daniel in exchange for a five-year prison sentence for felony assault and corporate fraud.
One rainy Tuesday evening, as I stepped out of my private towncar outside my private estate, a figure stepped out from behind the stone gate.
It was Daniel.
He was wearing a stained, oversized jacket, soaked in rain, his eyes hollow and dark. He looked ten years older, trembling in the cold.
My private security team instantly stepped between us, drawing their tasers.
“Wait,” I held up a gloved hand, stepping forward. “Let him speak.”
Daniel fell to his knees on the wet pavement, tears mixing with the rain on his face.
“Emily...” he sobbed, reaching out his hands. “Please... I’m begging you. I have nothing left. My bank account is negative. The feds are taking me to trial next month. I’m facing twelve years in prison!”
I looked down at him from beneath my sleek umbrella, feeling no hate, no anger, and no malice. Just an overwhelming, peaceful emptiness.
“You brought this on yourself, Daniel,” I said softly.
“I was stupid!” he wailed, beating his fists against the ground. “Vanessa manipulated me! She seduced me! I never stopped loving you, Emily! Please... drop the civil suit. Give me a second chance. I’ll work for you as a janitor! Just don't let me go to prison!”
I leaned down slightly, meeting his bloodshot eyes.
“When I came to your office that day to bring you lunch, I gave you a chance to choose me,” I reminded him quietly. “When I stood in that restroom with my hair destroyed, I gave you a chance to protect me. And when I called your phone, I gave you five minutes to save yourself.”
Daniel choked on his own sobs, unable to speak.
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“You chose her, Daniel,” I concluded, standing up tall. “And now you have to live with her choices.”
I turned my back on him and walked through the heavy wrought-iron gates of my estate as security led him away into the rainy night.
