Chapter 3 - Opening the Folder
I stood in the front entryway holding phone.
My left arm supported my feverish baby boy.
My right hand held the sleek mobile device.
Amy pressed her body tightly against my back.
Her chest heaved with quiet, desperate sob breaths.
Teresa stood before the oak front door handle.
She held her head high with arrogant pride.
"Put the phone away, Connor," Teresa commanded.
"You cannot intimidate me with your empty threats."
"I own the mortgage on this residential property."
"I own the company you work for today."
"You have nothing without my personal financial backing."
Uncle Richard nodded his head in full agreement.
Other family relatives gathered in the narrow hallway.
They whispered among themselves, judging my poor wife.
They believed I was throwing a childish tantrum.
They thought Teresa was the righteous family matriarch.
I did not utter a single word back.
My face remained granite cold and completely still.
My thumb tapped the phone screen twice firmly.
I swiped across the application interface menu fast.
I opened a secure, encrypted system application software.
The folder icon was hidden deep inside settings.
It required a biometric thumbprint and security code.
I pressed my thumb onto the glass screen.
A green checkmark flashed on the black display.
THE HIDDEN FOLDER WAS NOW FULLY UNLOCKED.
My expression hardened into an absolute lethal mask.
The glow of the screen lit up eyes.
Teresa watched my face with sudden, sharp curiosity.
Her arrogant smirk began to fade away slowly.
She took a small half-step backward in confusion.
"What is on that phone screen, Connor?"
Her voice lost its previous booming, controlling authority.
I turned the phone screen outward toward room.
I held the illuminated display high for all.
I did not say a single word aloud.
The video file on screen began playing automatically.
The bright LED screen showed high-definition security footage.
Family members leaned forward to see the display.
Uncle Richard's eyes widened in sheer, sudden shock.
A collective gasp rippled through the gathered relatives.
They exchanged nervous, terrified glances across the hallway.
Teresa's posture went completely rigid like a stone.
Her face drained of all its healthy color.
The color vanished from her cheeks in seconds.
Sweat broke out across her wrinkled forehead skin.
Her trembling hands reached out toward my phone.
"Where... where did you get that footage?"
Her voice cracked with pure, unadulterated, rising panic.
I slowly lowered the phone back to side.
I kept my cold eyes fixed on her.
I let the heavy silence consume the room.
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She realized her biggest secret was exposed today.
📖 Chapter 4 unearths the horrifying contents of the hidden video recording that proves my mother committed a dark crime. Keep reading below. 👇
