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“I didn’t want to believe my own daughter could do this. I gave you three years to confess, to make it right.
But instead, you spent those years slandering my granddaughter, calling her a manipulator, calling me senile, trying to steal her inheritance the same way you stole my property.”
Victoria spun to face Richard.
“Richard, say something. Stop this.”
Richard Harrison, who had stood silently through everything, took a step backward.
“I didn’t know,” he said. His voice was flat, empty. “I didn’t know about the Cape Cod house.”
“You signed the transfer,” Victoria shrieked. “You were there.”
“I signed what you told me to sign. I didn’t know it was forged.”
The room watched in horrified fascination as 35 years of marriage disintegrated in real time.
Madison finally spoke, her voice small and broken.
“Mom, what—what is Grandma talking about?”
Victoria didn’t answer.
She couldn’t answer.
She stood in the center of her own carefully constructed stage, her perfect wedding, her perfect audience, and everything was falling apart.
Eleanor turned to me. Her eyes were tired, sad, but resolute.
“Paige, I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry I waited so long.”
“It’s okay, Grandma.” I took her hand. “I understand.”
She squeezed my fingers. Then she looked at Victoria one last time.
“You lost me the day I discovered what you’d done. Tonight, everyone else just got to see the truth.”
