At first, the officers looked skeptical. But as they opened the ledgers, the truth spilled out—lists of illegal loans, records of bribes, photographs of secret meetings. The case was undeniable.
An investigation began immediately. My husband and several relatives were arrested. The scandal splashed across headlines, though my identity was protected.
“You saved my life,” I whispered.
She smiled faintly. “All I want is for you to live in peace. That is enough.”
A New Beginning
Months later, I resettled in another city. I started from nothing—no wealth, no mansion, just freedom. Life remained difficult, but I was alive.
Some nights, memories claw back: the weight of his grip, the chill of the alley, the sound of his footsteps. But stronger than the fear is the gratitude—for the maid’s courage, for her nephew’s loyalty, and for my own choice to run when she whispered that warning.
Not every bride begins her marriage with joy. Some begin with survival.
And I, by the grace of one loyal woman’s bravery, lived to tell the tale.
