Chapter 8 - The Mistress Speaks
Tessa's voice echoed through the silent, tense ballroom.
She confessed that Brett hadn't just abandoned his pregnant wife during the evacuation.
She revealed that Brett had deliberately started the fire in the woods behind our cabin.
The crowd gasped as she explained he needed the fire to destroy his home office.
He was trying to incinerate the physical ledgers proving he had embezzled millions from his own company.
The charity fund they were currently raising money for was just another shell account for him to steal from.
Tessa sobbed, claiming she only went along with it because Brett had violently threatened her life.
Eleanor shrieked from the side of the room, calling Tessa a lying, ungrateful snake.
The hotel guests began shouting, pulling out their phones to record the spectacular downfall.
Several people rushed toward the exit to physically block Brett from leaving.
Brett realized he was completely trapped.
The polished, handsome executive vanished, replaced by a cornered, rabid animal.
He leaped off the stage with terrifying speed and lunged directly at me.
Before I could react, he violently shoved me backward into a table of champagne glasses.
The glass shattered everywhere as I hit the floor hard.
Brett grabbed the handle of June's stroller and violently yanked it toward him.
I screamed, scrambling over the broken glass, ignoring the deep cuts on my hands.
Brett reached into the inner pocket of his tailored tuxedo jacket.
He pulled out a sleek, black handgun and pointed it directly at the crowd of horrified donors.
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He grabbed the stroller with his other hand and began backing toward the service doors.
He screamed that if anyone followed him, he would shoot, and he demanded I come with him immediately.
