Chapter 8 - The Video Evidence
The high-definition video echoed through the silent funeral parlor, exposing Julian's murderous actions to the entire congregation.
The wealthy guests watched in absolute, paralyzing horror as Julian injected the milky poison into my intravenous line on the massive screen.
Julian's smug, arrogant face turned completely ashen as the undeniable truth of his horrific betrayal was broadcast to the world.
He wildly waved his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs that the video was a pathetic, artificial deepfake generated by AI.
He desperately looked toward the corrupt doctor for support, but the physician was already slowly backing away toward the emergency exit.
The two police officers stopped in their tracks, looking extremely confused as they stared at the incriminating footage on the projector.
Serena jumped up from her front-row seat, realizing her luxurious future was rapidly crumbling into dust.
She aggressively pointed her finger at Julian, loudly claiming that she was completely innocent and had absolutely no idea he was planning a murder.
Julian turned on her like a cornered animal, screaming that Serena was the one who bought the poison in the first place.
The crowd erupted into furious shouts, demanding that the police arrest both of the vile traitors immediately.
Julian realized his entire life was completely destroyed, and he made a desperate, panicked sprint toward the side doors of the chapel.
He violently shoved an elderly guest out of the way, desperately trying to escape the immediate consequences of his greed.
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Before he could even touch the brass handles of the exit, the heavy wooden doors swung wide open from the outside.
I rolled my wheelchair directly into the center of the doorway, completely blocking his only path to freedom.
