The Billionaire CEO Betrays his Wife: He wants her back
Chapter 201: Your fall

Chapter 201: Your fall

Lucy stood in the middle of the courtroom, her face an exquisite mask of sorrow and defiance. The courtroom hung on every word she spun, painting herself as the tragic figure in a story of betrayal and loss. She was confident now, her voice steady, her eyes shimmering with practiced tears.

"There’s no proof," she said softly, like a lullaby, "nothing but cruel accusations and broken memories. After everything I went through. Anyone would be. It’s my word against hers."

Lucy glances smugly at the jury. Even the judge seemed weary of the endless back-and-forth. It felt like Lucy might actually slither free.

Then the doors opened.

And the room shifted.

Mrs. Bella.

She entered like a specter, like a storm front, a woman resurrected. The rumors had whispered that she was too ill to testify, her injuries too severe. But here she was, upright, proud, a faint scar at her forehead the only visible remnant of the nightmare.

Mara’s breath caught.

Lucy paled.

The judge’s gavel banged for order, but the hush was thick and electric as Mrs. Bella took the stand. She didn’t falter. Not once.

"I heard everything," Bella began, her voice like iron wrapped in silk. "I was on the upstairs landing when Lucy and Philip were speaking on the phone. I heard her tell him to... she couldn’t risk Mara finding out Andrew was her son, and to silence anyone who stood in their way. When I confronted her, she pushed me down the stairs."

Gasps echoed in the gallery.

"I remember the fall," Bella continued, her hand brushing unconsciously over the scar. "But before I blacked out... I saw Mr. Anderson Sr. He saw Lucy standing over me. He knew what she’d done."

She paused, and the silence was so heavy it felt like the air might split open.

"That’s why she killed him," Bella said simply. "To keep him quiet."

Lucy objected, calling it hearsay, confused recollection from a woman injured and traumatized. Lucy’s face contorted with horror and disbelief, though her eyes darted toward the door like a cornered animal.

But Mrs. Bella wasn’t finished.

"I thought... I thought I’d lost everything," she murmured, holding up an old, cracked phone. "But by the grace of God, while we struggled... while I tried to call Valerie that day... the phone started recording. It caught everything."

The courtroom surged in shocked murmurs as the judge ordered the recording to be played.

And then it came.

Lucy’s voice, cold and venomous: "Keep your mouth shut, old woman. You’ll take this secret to your grave, or I’ll put you there myself."

The distant scream of the fall.

Mr. Anderson Sr.’s outraged voice, rising: "What have you done?!"

And then another voice, deadly calm, Lucy again: "I can’t let you tell anyone. I’m sorry."

A terrible struggle. A final scream. The sound of something heavy falling.

Mara pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. Ethan closed his eyes. Even the jury recoiled.

When the recording ended, the room was silent but for Lucy’s ragged breathing. All the carefully spun lies unraveled in an instant, and they went for a recess.

The jury filed back into the courtroom, their faces drawn and pale, the weight of their decision clinging to them like a storm cloud. Mara and Ethan seemed to hang in suspension, thick and heavy, as though the very air itself feared what was coming.

The judge’s gaze swept over the courtroom, a slow, somber tide, before settling on Lucy. His voice, low and grave, carved through the suffocating silence.

"Lucy," he began, each syllable deliberate, heavy with finality, "with the presentation of this new evidence... You are hereby found guilty on all charges."

A ripple of murmurs threatened to stir, but the judge’s words held the room captive.

"You are sentenced," he continued, the verdict striking like the steady toll of a funeral bell, "to one hundred and twenty years in federal prison for the crimes of first-degree murder, attempted murder, and kidnapping."

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop, a suspended moment where time itself forgot to move forward.

Lucy’s shoulders sagged as though the weight of her sins had finally settled on her bones. Lucy broke down at the verdict. Her composure shattered like a dropped glass, sobs wracking her frame as the sentence was read aloud.

One hundred and twenty years. A lifetime and then some. Her cries were raw, not the delicate, rehearsed tears she had shed during testimony. No, this was the sound of a woman whose world had finally collapsed in on itself.

The courtroom erupted, some in relief, some in grief, and a few in stunned disbelief.

Mara didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The verdict rang louder than any scream she could’ve let loose.

Mrs. Bella stepped down from the stand, her gaze finding Mara’s. A silent nod passed between them... But understanding.

And outside, the city went on. Cars crawled through the streets, indifferent to the stories unfolding behind courthouse doors. Signs blinked awake for the night crowd, the world humming the same old restless tune. But inside those walls, justice, for once, had been served.

Mara didn’t spare Lucy a glance. She stood beside her brothers as the gavel fell, her face a mask of hard-won calm. The battle was over, the war left its scars, but she had claimed this small piece of justice for Andrew, her year-long pain. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. But it was something.

The courtroom doors creaked open as the verdict hung in the air like a storm cloud, and the bailiffs moved in. Cold, impersonal hands gripped Lucy’s arms, the click of the cuffs echoing off the wooden walls. The media surged like vultures, cameras flashing, voices barking questions that blurred into a relentless white noise.

She kept her head high, though her heart pounded a ragged, furious beat against her ribs. The lights were too bright. The world is too loud. The sharp scent of old wood and ink bled into her senses.

And then she saw him.

Caleb.

He stood just beyond the commotion, framed by the doorway, untouched by the frenzy. He didn’t shout, didn’t curse her name. No tears. No mercy. Just a steady, hollow stare that seemed to pierce through the chaos and land on the pieces of her soul she hadn’t realized were still intact.

Lucy’s breath hitched. A single crack in her armor. But she didn’t look away.

She was dragged past him, the distance between them swallowing a thousand unspoken things. He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just let her be taken.

And the world moved on.

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