The Envelope Wasn’t Revenge. It Was Documentation.
I didn’t slam it down.
I didn’t announce it like a movie villain.
I simply placed it on the table.
“Perfect,” I said softly. “Then I have one last gift for all of you.”
That got their attention.
Natalie walked over first—confident, greedy, certain it was something valuable.
She snatched it like she was entitled to whatever was inside.
She opened it.
And her smile disappeared so fast it looked like someone turned off a light behind her eyes.
Her hands started to shake.
