The Price of Silence | Everyone in town came to the funeral | Revenge Story

Описание: When I finally cornered him, he smiled — that fake, polite smile that made my stomach turn.
“Soph, I know you’re hurting. But Ryan made mistakes. You can’t dwell on it forever.”
He patted my shoulder like I was a child.

And in that moment, I knew.
He wasn’t just lying. He was afraid.

A week later, I broke into Ryan’s old laptop. He’d changed the password, but he always used pieces of dates that meant something to him.
It took me three tries.
When it opened, my hands were shaking.

Inside, there was a folder named “PROJECT COVENANT.”
Most of the files were encrypted, but one video played.
It was grainy, recorded from his car’s dash cam.
Ryan’s voice came through, low and urgent.

“If I’m right, Dalton’s selling client data to someone offshore. I’ve got proof. But Marcus—he’s in deeper than I thought. If I don’t make it back—”

Then the footage cut to static.

I didn’t sleep that night.
I didn’t eat.
I just stared at the paused video, his voice echoing in my head.

Marcus. Dalton. Offshore.
Proof.

It wasn’t an accident. It was a cleanup job.
And Ryan had been the loose end.

I wish I could say I called the cops right then. But I didn’t.
Because the truth is — I didn’t want them to handle it.
I wanted them to feel it.
The fear. The panic. The helplessness I felt when I got that call.

Revenge doesn’t come easy. It takes patience, precision, and pain.
And I had plenty of all three.

The next morning, I started small.
I went to the diner where Marcus always had breakfast — black coffee, egg whites, no toast.
I sat in the corner booth, sunglasses on, pretending to scroll through my phone.

When he walked in, laughing with someone from the gym, I almost lost it.
The same easy charm, the same crooked grin Ryan used to tease him about.
But now, every word felt like poison.

He didn’t see me.
Or maybe he did and didn’t care.
Either way, I followed him when he left.
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