I didn’t know it was poison. Derek gave it to me. Derek sprang up. She’s lying.
She paid me. She wanted him gone. Silence. The judge audited. Both sat down immediately.
After reviewing the case, the judge spoke slowly. This court finds both accused guilty of conspiracy, attempted murder, and possession of harmful substances.
Ruth’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Derek leaned back in defeat. “This court sentences Ruth Williams to 10 years in prison,” the judge declared.
“And Derek to 12 years.” Gossps filled the room. Ruth screamed and boast into tears.
“No, I can’t go to prison. I was rich. I was loved.” Officers grabbed her arms and pulled her away.
“You should have thought about that before betraying your husband,” one officer muttered. Derek said nothing as he was led away.
Three weeks later, the Williams mansion was peaceful again. No fear, no shouting, just calm laughter and healing.
Amara was in the garden watering flowers when Michael wheeled himself out. He looked stronger now.
His posture was better. His eyes were bright. Amara, he called softly. “Yes, sir,” she replied with a smile.
Come sit with me. She joined him on the bench. There’s something important I need to say, he began.
She looked at him curiously. Michael reached into his pocket and brought out a small box.
He opened it. Inside was a simple gold ring with a shining diamond. Amara gasped.
Amara, he said gently. You came into my life when I was broken. You cared for me, believed in me, and loved me when I felt worthless.
Will you marry me? Tears filled her eyes. Sir, don’t call me sir, he said with a smile.
Call me Michael. She laughed through her tears. Yes, Michael. Yes, I will marry you.
He looked at her softly. Do you love me? I’ve loved you for a long time, she admitted.
I was just afraid. Michael smiled. Then to her shock, he stood up. Amora jumped back.
Michael, you’re walking. Yes, he laughed. But how? She cried. You couldn’t even stand weeks ago.
He held her hands. I could walk months ago, he confessed. I just told no one.
She froze. You were pretending. I needed to test Ruth, he said. I needed to know if she loved me.
Or my money. Amora placed her hand on her chest, stunned. In that pain, he added, “God sent you to me.”
She smiled through her tears. Weeks later, they stood together in the garden, surrounded by flowers and smiling faces.
Amara wore a simple white dress, glowing with joy. Michael stood tall beside her. “I do,” Amara said.
