How a Secret Trust and Kitchen Camera Exposed My Abusive Husband
“Yes, Natalie?” he said, sounding pleased.
“I hope your retainer is non-refundable,” I said.
I hung up before he could answer.
I looked at Rachel, who was watching me with wide eyes.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Margaret’s lawyer,” I said. “He wants to play dirty.”
I unlocked my phone again and opened my secure email app.
I drafted a new message to Detective Sullivan and copied Marcus.
I attached three audio files from my secure cloud drive.
The first file was dated fourteen months ago.
I pressed play on the first file to verify the audio quality.
Margaret’s voice filled the hospital room, loud and clear.
“You are a parasite, Natalie,” Margaret’s voice sneered from the speaker. “If you think you’re keeping that money, I will make sure you end up in an institution where no one will ever believe a word you say.”
I stopped the playback.
“Is that what I think it is?” Rachel whispered.
“That is three years of systematic abuse,” I said. “And I have fifty more files just like it.”
I tapped the send button.