Chapter 8 - The Final Signature
Tyler sank slowly onto the edge of the designer sofa, his hands trembling as he stared at the hardwood floor. The arrogant, untouchable golden boy who had watched me drown in a freezing pool less than thirty-six hours ago was completely gone.
“You’re destroying me,” Tyler whispered, a single tear cutting a clean path through the dirt and sweat on his cheek. “My family... they’ll disown me. They’ll have nothing.”
“Your family never cared about you, Tyler,” I said, looking down at him with a mixture of pity and absolute detachment. “They cared about my credit card. The moment the money stopped, their love stopped too. You’re just figuring out what I learned yesterday.”
Victoria stepped forward, placing a single sheet of paper and a gold-plated fountain pen on the coffee table right in front of him.
“Sign, Mr. Vance,” Victoria said softly. “It’s the kindest thing she’s willing to do for you today.”
Tyler stared at the pen for a long, agonizing minute. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, measuring out the final seconds of his privileged, parasitic life.
With shaking fingers, he picked up the pen.
He didn't look up as he scribbled his signature across the bottom of the document. The scratch of the nib against the heavy paper sounded like dry leaves scraping across concrete.
When he finished, he dropped the pen as if it burned his hand, burying his face in his hands.
“Get out,” I said quietly.
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Tyler didn't argue. He stood up, his legs shaking beneath him, and stumbled toward the private elevator. He didn't look back. As the elevator doors slid open and closed behind him, the last lingering ghost of my past vanished from my home.
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