The footage played—grainy, black and white, but clear enough. Jenna’s voice filled the room, cold and calculating.
Gasps spread through the crowd.
I paused the video, gripping the mic.
“My mom installed cameras years ago. I forgot about them until recently. This is real.”
Another clip played—her threatening Maya.
“That’s not fair! It’s out of context!” Jenna shouted.
“I heard everything,” I said. “You didn’t plan a future—you planned a betrayal.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
“I already did.”continue reading …
