Chapter 18: The Final Straw

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Bernadette carefully monitored the CCTV footage from her hidden vantage point in the dimly lit library. Her heart raced as she saw Maxim and Clarissa huddled together, their voices low and urgent. They were making plans that would deeply affect her future.

Maxim (whispering, looking around to ensure no one else is in earshot): "We need to finalize the documents soon. Once her signature is on them, we can transfer everything under my name. She'll be left with nothing."

Clarissa (nodding, her tone equally hushed): "I've already prepared the forms. We just need to get her signature. She's not in any condition to argue or check the details."

Maxim (smirking): "Perfect. I'll make sure to get her to sign them when she's not paying attention. It'll be easy to convince her since she's already feeling unwell. By the time she realizes, it'll be too late."

Clarissa (smiling, her voice dripping with satisfaction): "And once the business is in your name, we can finally be together without any more complications. I've been looking forward to this day."

Maxim (leaning in closer): "We just need to make sure she doesn't suspect anything. Keep her occupied and make sure she's unaware of our plans."

Clarissa (with a soft laugh): "Don't worry, I'll handle that. She's already in a vulnerable state. It'll be easy to distract her."

Maxim (sighing with relief): "Good. I'll handle the paperwork. This is the final step to securing our future."

Clarissa (nodding): "And once it's done, there'll be no turning back. She'll be out of the picture, and we'll have everything we've wanted."

Bernadette's fists clenched as she absorbed the full extent of Maxim's betrayal. She could feel the weight of the conspiracy against her pressing down on her.

Bernadette (whispering to herself, tears of anger and determination in her eyes): "So, this is their plan. They think they can take everything from me and get away with it. I won't let them. I'll make sure they face the consequences."

She knew she had to act quickly and carefully. The evidence she had gathered so far was crucial, but now she had a new focus: to prevent the forgery and secure her assets before Maxim and Clarissa could carry out their deceitful scheme.

That night, Bernadette reached out to the company's lawyer, Mr. Andrew Santos, who had been her legal advisor for years. She knew that immediate action was needed to counter Maxim's and Clarissa's scheme.

Bernadette (frantically on the phone): "Atty. Santos, I need your help urgently. I've uncovered something horrifying about my husband and his mistress."

Atty. Santos (concerned): "Bernadette, what's happened? Are you alright?"

Bernadette (with a tremor in her voice): "I've discovered that Maxim is planning to forge my signature on crucial documents to transfer all our assets under his name. He's working with Clarissa, and they're planning to execute this as soon as possible. I have evidence of their conversations and their plan."

Mr. Santos (calm but serious): "This is very serious. Have you signed any document?"

Bernadette (determined): "No... I have CCTV footage of them discussing the plan in detail. I also have records of their manipulations and attempts to poison me to make it easier for them to execute their scheme."

Atty.  Santos (impressed by her preparedness): "Good work. We need to act quickly to protect your assets. I'll need to review the evidence and start legal proceedings to prevent any unauthorized transactions. We should also prepare a counter-strategy in case they try to rush through the forgery."

Bernadette (nodding, relieved): "Thank you, Atty. Santos. I'll send you all the footage and documents right away. I'm scared, but I need to ensure that Maxim and Clarissa don't get away with this. I want them to face justice."

Atty. Santos (reassuringly): "I understand, Bernadette. We'll handle this. You've done the right thing by coming forward. I'll start working on this immediately and keep you updated on the progress. Stay safe and keep any further evidence secure."

Bernadette (with a sigh of relief): "Thank you so much. I appreciate your support."

As soon as the call ended, Bernadette quickly compiled all the evidence she had gathered and sent it to Mr. Santos. She felt a glimmer of hope as she prepared to face the consequences of her husband's betrayal, knowing that she was taking the right steps to protect herself and her future.

As Maxim entered the room, he found Bernadette sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching her head and appearing distressed.

Bernadette (with a pained expression): "Maxim, I'm experiencing a severe headache. It's been getting worse, and I think I need to see Dr. Alexander as soon as possible. Can you please have the driver take me to his clinic? I might not be back tonight, I wanted to be  confined.."

Maxim (concerned, though his eyes betrayed a hint of annoyance): "Are you sure it's that bad? Maybe we should call a doctor to come here instead. It might be more convenient."

Bernadette (forcing a weak smile): "No, I really think I need to see him directly. It's just that bad, and I feel it's better if I get checked immediately. I promise I'll try to be back as soon as I can."

Maxim (sighing, masking his irritation): "Alright. I'll have the driver get the car ready. I wanteds to go with you, but you know I am very busy alone managing the business... Do you need anything else before you go?"

Bernadette (shaking her head, trying to maintain her composure): "No, just please let the driver know to drive carefully. I'll be fine. Thank you, Maxim."

Maxim (nodding reluctantly): "Of course. I hope you feel better soon."

As Maxim left the room to arrange for the driver, Bernadette took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the next phase of her plan. She knew that her time away from the house was critical for finalizing her strategy to expose Maxim's deceit and secure her future.

As Bernadette drive off to Dr. Alexander, the quiet of the night was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. She knew that the facade she maintained was nearing its end. The elaborate charade had a purpose—one that was about to come to fruition.

In the stillness, her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions. She replayed the events and the betrayal that had led her to this point, a mixture of sorrow and steely determination settling over her.

Bernadette (to herself, her voice a whisper in the dark): "Enjoy it while it lasts, Maxim. Relish these moments of deceit, because they are numbered. I've played my part so well, and soon, the truth will unfold. Every smirk, every whisper in the dark—it will all come back to you."

She thought of the mornings when Maxim would serve her breakfast with a false veneer of care, while plotting her downfall behind closed doors. Each gesture, once a symbol of their shared life, had become a mask for his treachery.

Bernadette (continuing, her tone a mix of bitterness and resolve): "You think you've outwitted me, Maxim. You think your lies will remain hidden forever. But every deceitful act you've committed has been carefully observed and recorded. I've seen it all—your private meetings, your plans to forge my signature. You can enjoy this charade for now, but soon, it will be over."

Her thoughts turned to Clarissa, the woman who had so easily become entangled in Maxim's deceit. The anger and pain she felt were overshadowed by a cold, calculated plan for retribution.

Bernadette (softly, with a sense of grim satisfaction): "Clarissa, enjoy your fleeting victory. You're just another piece in his game, and soon, both of you will face the consequences of your actions. I've watched, I've listened, and I've documented it all."

The weight of her predicament was heavy, but so was her resolve. Bernadette knew that every action she took was one step closer to unveiling the truth and reclaiming her life.

Bernadette (final whisper, resolute and firm): "Enjoy the facade while it lasts, Maxim. Because this act is coming to an end. And when it does, the truth will be revealed, and justice will be served."

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