From outside Eric’s room, she overheard their conversation.
“Once you’re declared dead, the insurance payout will transfer offshore,” the woman said. “Diana won’t suspect a thing.”
Eric’s laugh was cold. “She’s an easy mark. Matthews did a great job faking the diagnosis. A few more days, and we’re free.”
Diana’s fury burned, but she remained composed. She knew exactly how to expose them.
The following day, she gathered Eric’s family and friends, telling them his condition had worsened and it was time to say goodbye. That evening, the room was packed with tearful loved ones.
As Eric tried to maintain his facade, Diana stepped forward. “Before we say goodbye, there’s something you all need to see.”
She played the footage of Eric and his mistress on the room’s TV. Gasps filled the air as grief turned to outrage. His father lunged at Eric, restrained only by his brothers. Moments later, the mistress, Victoria, appeared in the doorway, frozen as the weight of their unraveling plan hit her.
Police arrived to arrest both Eric and Victoria. Diana stood back, watching the chaos with quiet resolve. Justice had been served.
Later, the nurse who had warned Diana appeared once more. “Thank you,” Diana said softly.
The nurse nodded. “Sometimes, the truth is the only cure.”
Driving home, Diana slipped her wedding ring into her pocket. The weight of betrayal lingered, but so did the strength she had rediscovered. For the first time in weeks, she felt free. Sometimes, the end of one story marks the beginning of another.