Chapter 4

"Felix, not only are you going to prison, your whole family will be charged with stealing someone else's property." I said.

Felix let out a loud roar. He grabbed a folding chair next to him and smashed it violently into the kitchen door.

Without a loud bang, the glass in the sliding kitchen door shattered. Shards and debris sprayed all over me.

He rushed in and locked his hands tightly around my throat.

"Winona, why are you forcing me into a corner? I loved you so much. I just wanted to get rich and give you a good life!" He yelled.

"Give me the evidence. Give it to me!"

Bertha screamed from outside. "Strangle her! If she's dead, no one will know!

"Once she dies, the apartment becomes part of her estate. You're her husband. You'll inherit it sooner or later!"

Zoe was screaming too. "Felix, hurry up! Don't let her make a sound!"

I looked at the twisted look on Felix's face and managed to choke out a few words.

"Look downstairs!"

Felix instinctively turned to look out the window.

Downstairs, three police cars were already parked at the entrance with lights flashing.

But the officer in charge wasn't wearing a standard uniform. They were from the financial crimes unit.

'Felix, why do you think I chose today to turn on you?'

Because today marked exactly six months since the money was transferred. After today, he would face a harsher sentence.

Sirens echoed throughout the neighborhood.

Felix released me in a panic and collapsed onto the floor.

"That's impossible! I was watching you the whole time." He stammered. "How did you contact them?"

I rubbed my bruised neck and pulled a small transmitter from my pocket.

"Felix, you really underestimated how far I'd go to protect myself," I said.

"Did you seriously think I spent the last six months at home just doing house chores? I was just waiting for your crimes to pile up so high you could never recover."

Outside, the sound of police battering the door was deafening.

I saw Zoe take advantage of the chaos and run toward the balcony. She was holding my laptop, the only thing that could control the critical evidence in real time.

"Winona, if you want me dead, I'll jump and take the evidence with me!" Zoe yelled. Half of her body was already hanging over the balcony.

Felix rushed at her like a madman. It wasn't to save her, but to grab the laptop.

In the struggle for the laptop, he used too much force and pushed Zoe off the 18th floor.

A dull, heavy thud echoed. Everyone froze in shock.

The moment the police broke the door open, they pinned Felix to the ground.

I slumped weakly against the wall. At that moment, a message lit up the phone near me.

It was from Bertha. But the message wasn't for Felix, it was for Zoe.

It read, "Zoe, make Winona take that drug. Once she's out cold, we'll drown her in the bathtub and stage it as a suicide."

As I stared at the message, a chill ran down my spine.

So it was never about the apartment.

It was about a perfect plan for murder and profit.

What I had just gone through was only part of their plan. It was meant to make it look like I had broken down emotionally and was suicidal.

The officer in charge stepped in front of me and said, "Ms. Shaw, please come with us to assist in the investigation.

"We need a reasonable explanation regarding the ownership of this property and Ms. Zoe Levine's fall. According to our findings, you were not the one who paid the full purchase price for this apartment."

I snapped my head up, and my mind went blank.

If it wasn't me, then where did the hundreds of thousands I transferred for down payments and loans over the years actually go?