Abigail Cardenas POV:
Kody's lips trembled, a silent sob escaping his throat. His face, already pale, drained of all color. He looked like he was about to collapse. Edgar, beside him, shot me a confused glance, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He didn't know. He hadn't known the full extent of Celena's ruthlessness, or Kody's complicity.
Kody shook his head frantically, his voice a choked whisper. "No! Mom, what are you talking about? It was... an accident." He glanced nervously at Celena, then back at me, his eyes pleading.
My resolve hardened. No more playing nice. No more pretending. The time for silent suffering was over. My truth was about to become their nightmare.
The guests, sensing the shift, leaned forward, their eyes gleaming with a morbid curiosity. This was better than any planned entertainment.
Celena, ever the cool manipulator, stepped in, her voice smooth as silk. "Abigail, dear, Kody's right. It was a tragic accident. Let's not upset him with old, painful memories on his special day." She tightened her grip on Edgar's arm, her fingers possessively tracing his bicep. A silent declaration: He' s mine.
I ignored her, my gaze fixed on the terrified Kody. "Accident?" I repeated, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "You truly believe it was an accident, Kody?" My voice rose, carrying across the stunned ballroom. "Or did you forget the night Celena asked you to slash my tires? The razor blade she gave you?"
Kody let out a strangled cry. Tears streamed down his face, his body convulsing with silent sobs. He tried to speak, but only incoherent gasps came out. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't confess it. He was trapped.
Then, I turned my gaze to Celena. "And you, Celena. Did you forget tampering with my brake lines? The anonymous tip you sent to the police, directing them to the 'accident' scene where my car was found, conveniently burned beyond recognition?"
Celena' s face was a mask of cold fury, but a flicker of fear danced in her eyes. Edgar stared at her, then at Kody, a dawning horror spreading across his features. He covered his mouth with a trembling hand, a sick realization settling in. He hadn't known. Not all of it.
"He was just a kid!" Celena shrieked, her composure finally breaking. "You manipulated him!"
"Manipulated?" I laughed, a harsh, brittle sound. "You gave him a razor blade and promised him a new life, a life without his 'overprotective' mother. You filled his head with lies, Celena. You turned him against me." My voice softened, a chilling, mocking tone. "And Kody, you took the bait, didn't you? You always wanted to be free from me. And you got your wish."
My eyes, now burning with a cold fire, swept over the silent crowd, then landed back on Kody. "Kody," I said, my voice cutting through the silence, "you are not my son. Not by blood, not by adoption, not by any measure of love or loyalty. You are nothing to me."
His head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "Mom, no! I-I am! You're my mom!"
"No," I stated, my voice unwavering. "Your real mother abandoned you in a church doorway. And I, like a fool, picked you up. I loved you, Kody. I fought for you. But you chose them. You chose Celena. You chose betrayal. So no, Kody. I am not your mother."
I paused, letting the words hang in the air, a death knell for our shattered connection. "And soon," I continued, my gaze flicking to Celena's slightly rounded belly, "you'll have a new family. A real family, with Edgar and Celena' s child. A sibling who will eclipse you just as easily as you eclipsed me."
Kody' s face crumpled. He knew. He knew that once Celena' s child was born, he, the adopted son, the inconvenient reminder of Edgar' s past, would become irrelevant. He had traded my unwavering love for a brief moment of indulgence, and it would cost him everything. He had thrown away the one person who truly loved him, for a fleeting illusion of belonging.
"Goodbye, Kody," I said, my voice final, definitive. I turned on my heel and walked away, past the stunned guests, past the frozen couple on the stage.
"Abigail, wait!" Edgar cried, finally snapping out of his stupor, reaching for me.
But Celena grabbed his arm, her eyes blazing. "Edgar! Don't you dare! What about our engagement? What about our future?" Her words were sharp, possessive.
I didn't look back. I just walked. Out of the ballroom, out of the hotel, and into the cool night air. As I walked, I saw a giant billboard across the street, glowing bright with Kody's face. Kody Dixon – The Future of Tech! A promotional ad for some new venture, no doubt. The irony was a bitter taste in my mouth. No one would ever know the truth behind the shiny facade, the cold betrayal, the fragile heart that had broken completely.
I thought of all the sleepless nights, the medical bills, the endless therapies, the whispered prayers. All for him. All for Kody. And he had repaid me with a razor blade and a lie. It was worse than a knife to the heart. It was a slow, agonizing poison.
I reached my dingy apartment, the silence of the street a stark contrast to the chaos I had left behind. But as I approached my door, I stopped short. The small hallway was swarming. Flashing cameras, eager faces, microphones shoved forward like weapons. Reporters.
"Ms. Cardenas!" "Abigail, is that really you?" "The presumed dead lawyer returns!"
My blood ran cold. How did they find me? How did they know?
"Is it true you tampered with evidence?" a woman shrieked, shoving a microphone in my face. "Are you really the monster they say you are?"
"You abandoned your son!" another yelled, pointing a finger at me. "How could you just disappear?"
I recognized some of them. Faces that had once fawned over me in press conferences, praising my legal prowess. Now, they were baying for blood. They wanted a confession, a spectacle. They wanted me to admit to crimes I never committed, to apologize for being alive.
I knew, in that moment, that even if I explained everything, even if I laid bare their entire conspiracy, no one would believe me. They were already too invested in the villain they had created.
As I fumbled with my keys, trying to get into the supposed sanctuary of my room, a figure lunged out of the crowd. He grabbed me by the throat, his eyes blazing with a wild, uncontrollable rage.
"You murderer!" he screamed, his voice raw. "You killed my father!"
He slammed my head against the brick wall, a sharp crack echoing in the confined space. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and a metallic taste filled my mouth. The world spun.
