I forget to turn off the camera in my studio one night. That mistake saves my life.
I’ve been sick for a year. Tired, shaking, losing my hair. My doctor says my tests are normal. My husband says I work too hard. My best friend keeps making me the tea that settles my stomach.
Then I watch the footage.
My husband and my best friend, on my worktable, discussing how much longer it will take me to die. A divorce would only get him half of what I built. A funeral gets him all of it.
So I smile at breakfast. I thank her for the tea and pour it down the sink. I pack the bag she fills for me, because everything she packs is evidence.
They think I’m the woman they made me: grateful, fragile, easy to steer.
They spent a year watching me get weaker. They’re about to find out what I did with the time.
This is a story of controlled rage, elegant revenge, public justice, and new love found in the most unlikely situation.
