My fiancé paid a man to attack me before our wedding, then said, “If she’s scarred, even better.”
Chapter 4
His own recorded voice finally shattered every carefully built lie
The door opened before Christian could answer. Gabriel stepped inside with two attorneys and investigators behind him. Christian stood so quickly his chair scraped across the floor. “What is this?” he demanded, glancing from Gabriel to me. I had imagined this moment through three sleepless nights, but when it arrived, I felt strangely calm. “The end of the life you built on lies,” I said.
He recovered fast. That was one of Christian’s talents. His fear hardened into outrage, and suddenly I was the problem. He said the medication had confused me. He accused Gabriel of manipulating me while I was vulnerable. He insisted private business records were being misunderstood and called the entire situation an attempt to destroy his career. Then one attorney placed a phone on the table and pressed play.
Christian’s own voice filled the room. First came his conversation about Sabrina and Leo. Then the plan to isolate me after the wedding, gain control of my money, and keep me useful as his public wife. His expression changed with every sentence. When the recording reached his discussion of my attack, he stopped arguing. When it reached the medical scheme, he looked toward the door.
An investigator told him Dr. Lawson had already admitted receiving payments to manipulate my treatment and conceal what had happened. Financial records connected those payments to Christian’s account. Other records linked Sabrina to the planning. Nothing rested on my memory alone. There were documents, recordings, payment trails, and a cooperating doctor. Christian could no longer turn my pain into a misunderstanding.
For the first time in five years, I watched him lose control of a room. He tried one last tactic and softened his voice. “Genevieve, whatever you think you heard, I was trying to protect our life.” I looked at the flowers he had brought me that morning, then back at him. “You paid to destroy my face. You interfered with my pregnancies. You hid a child and planned to trap me inside a marriage. Which part was protection?”
He had no answer.
The wedding was canceled before the day ended. What had been planned as a national celebrity celebration became the center of a criminal investigation and multiple civil claims. Christian’s carefully polished image began collapsing under evidence he could not sing, charm, or explain away. Dr. Lawson faced an investigation of his own and ultimately lost his medical license.
Sabrina, confronted with the same records, finally cooperated. She admitted what she knew about the medical deception and the planned attack, while also learning that Christian had never intended to give her the exclusive life he had promised. He had used her expectations just as he had used my trust. But there was one person I refused to place inside that circle of blame: Leo. He was four years old. None of this belonged to him.
