Later that day, Ruth walked into the kitchen while Amara was washing dishes. So Ruth said with a sly smile, “Did he eat it?”
Amara paused for just one second. Then she smiled weakly. “Yes, Ma.” Ruth laughed softly.
“Good girl. You may just earn that ticket abroad.” Amara fost a small laugh. Thank you, Ma.
But inside she was praying. Lord, protect me. Please don’t let her know. That night, while Ruth sat in her room drinking wine and celebrating what she thought was success, Michael was on the phone with his lawyer and a private investigator.
He now had everything he needed. The next morning was quiet in the Williams mansion.
Ruth walked around the house with pride in her steps. She hummed softly to herself, feeling victorious.
Michael had not confronted her. Amara was acting normal. To Ruth, everything was going exactly as planned.
She passed the dining area and saw Michael sitting quietly in his wheelchair reading a newspaper.
He didn’t even look up. Ruth smiled smugly and walked into the kitchen. Amara, she called sweetly.
Make something special for dinner tonight. I feel like celebrating. Yes, Ma. Amara replied calmly.
But behind her steady voice, her heart was pounding. She felt it deep inside. Something was coming.
Michael had warned her to stay quiet and act normal. But today felt different. This day would not end like the others.
At exactly 400 p.m., the mansion doorbell rang. Amara peaked from the kitchen and saw two men in suits walk-in.
One was Michael’s lawyer. The other was a private investigator. Ruth came downstairs confused. “Who are these people?”
She asked. Michael rolled his wheelchair forward calmly. “Sit down, Ruth.” She frowned. “Why should I?
What’s going on?” “Sit,” he repeated, his voice sharper this time. Ruth hesitated, then slowly Saturday.
Michael turned to the investigator. “Please go ahead.” The man opened a folder and brought out photographs.
One by one, he placed them on the table. Pictures of Ruth with Derek in his car, at restaurants, and at nightclubs.
Ruth’s eyes widened. What is all this? Are you spying on me? Michael didn’t move.
Keep going. The investigator then brought out another document. This, he said, is a laboratory report of the powder you asked tomorrow to put in your husband’s food.
It is not medicine. It is poison. Ruth jumped to her feet. That’s a lie.
She’s lying. Michael raised his voice for the first time. Sit down. Ruth froze. I trusted you.
Michael said bitterly. I gave you everything. You mocked me. You cheated on me. And you tried to destroy me quietly.
It’s not true. Ruth screamed. She’s lying. That girl is evil. She wants to ruin our marriage.
The lawyer placed a thick envelope on the table. These are your divorce papers, he said calmly.
Mr. Williams has already signed them. Ruth’s knees weakened. No. No. Michael. Please. I was desperate.
I made mistakes, but it wasn’t meant to go this far. Please forgive me. Michael turned away.
I forgave you the first time, he said coldly. You used my forgiveness to sharpen your knife.
You wanted to kill me, Ruth. Taz streamed down her face. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do.
I gave you a choice, Michael replied. You chose betrayal. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
Please don’t leave me. I’ll change. I swear I will. Michael looked at her with pain in his eyes.
It’s too late. The lawyer stood up. You have 48 hours to leave this house.
The investigator packed his files and walked out. Ruth slowly stood, wiping her face. Her eyes landed on Amara, who stood quietly by the kitchen door.
This is your fault. Ruth screamed. You wicked orphan. I helped you. I wanted to take you abroad.
Amara said nothing. She only looked at Ruth calmly. Ruth stormed out of the room.
Two days later, Ruth left the mansion quietly, her bags packed, shame written all over her face.
That evening, Amara was setting the table when Michael called softly. “Amara, come said.” She sat beside him.
“It’s over,” he said. “She’s gone.” “I know,” Amora replied gently. He turned to her.
“Thank you.” She shook her head. You don’t need to thank me. So, you just needed someone to tell you the truth.
Michael smiled. You’ve been more than that. You’ve been everything. Amara looked down shily. I still mean what I said before, Michael added.
But I won’t rush you. I just want you to know I’m free now and my heart is open.
Meanwhile, Ruth arrived at Dererick’s house, the same house she secretly built with him using Michael’s money.
She knocked angrily. Derek opened the door shirtless, holding a drink. What are you doing here this early?
Ruth pushed past him. This is my house, too, remember? He shut the door and followed her.
Relax. Why are you shouting? I’m done pretending. I’m done playing wife. She snapped. They kicked me out.
Derek sat on the couch confused. What happened this time? Ruth pointed at him. Michael caught everything.
He knows you’re not my cousin. He knows about us. He even found out I gave Amara something to put in his food.
Derek stood slowly. You mean he knows everything? Yes. Ruth shouted. That useless orphan made expose me.
Now she’s walking around the house like a queen. Derek clenched his jaw. So now you’re homeless.
She nodded. I have nothing and it’s all because of that stupid maid. Derek looked at her closely.
You said her name is Amora. Yes. And she’s still living there. Michael trusts her.
I think he’s in love with her. Ruth paced the room angrily. Everything I worked for gone.
All because of a Derek leaned back, his eyes dark. I see. You gave him your youth and now his choosing a pole village g.
Exactly, Ruth said, is forgotten who stood by him before the accident. Derek was quiet for a moment.
Then he picked up his phone. Yeah, he said into the phone. I need a job done tonight.
No delays. How much? The voice asked. Whatever it costs, Derek replied. I’ll pay. He ended the call and smiled coldly at Ruth.
It’s time to end this, he said. Since Michael and that Amora girl think they’ve won, we’ll show them real pain.
Ruth’s eyes lit up. You mean they’ll disapp. Ruth laughed wickedly. I can’t wait to hear they are gone forever.
She tossed her heels aside, laughing loudly. Useless people,” she sneered. “Let them feel what I felt.”
Derek handed her a drink. “Don’t worry, I called the right people. They don’t leave witnesses.”
Ruth raised her glass slowly to revenge. That night, while Michael was in his room reading quietly, Amaro was in the kitchen cleaning up.
Down the road, three black motorcycles stopped quietly near the mansion. Three men dressed in black jumped off.
Their faces were covered with masks. “That’s the house,” one of them whispered. “We go in, take them out, and disappear.
No noise, no mistakes.” They checked their weapons and moved slowly toward the side gate.
Inside the house, Hamora suddenly heard a soft click near the back window. She froze.
Her heart started beating fast. Something was wrong. She quickly turned off the kitchen light and tiptoed toward Michael’s room.
“Sir,” she whispered urgently. “Michael looked up.” “Amora, what’s wrong?” “I think someone is outside.”
Michael immediately wheeled himself to the control panel beside his bed and opened the CCTV app on his tablet.
What he saw made his heart stop. Three masked men were climbing over the back wall.
Without hesitation, he pressed the alarm button. Stay close to me,” he said firmly. “Don’t panic.”
Suddenly, the security alarm blasted through the night, loud and sharp. The intruders froze. Outside, the mansion lights began flashing.
Michael’s head of security, who lived two houses away, received the silent alert. He grabbed his weapon and rushed out.
Within minutes, he arrived with two arm gods. The intruders tried to run. “Freeze!” One guard shouted.
One man jumped the wall but was shot in the leg. He fell screaming. The other two dropped their weapons and raised their hands.
Police were called immediately. Inside the house, Amora was shaking badly. Michael held her hand tightly.
