Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 239: Confession

Without a word, Spencer stepped back and turned around, "I do not have time for your nonsense. Where’s grandfather? I came to speak to him only."

But Adam’s voice stopped him cold. "What’s the hurry, Spencer? You’re now going to check on your poor, grandfather first? That doesn’t look great. Especially not with a video like that floating around."

Spencer paused at the door. His hand was already on the handle, but he didn’t turn it. His shoulders were tense, jaw locked. He turned halfway, eyes narrowed.

"I’ll deal with Sir Collins when I’m ready. I don’t answer to you."

"No, you don’t," Adam said, standing up slowly, the mockery fading from his voice. "But you’re going to answer to someone soon enough. The lawyer who’s holding that confession, the investigator that father hired, maybe even the police. Depends how fast this goes public. I think it should be pretty fast especially since Saira wants to come out soon."

Spencer’s eyes darted to Melanie who stood there quietly and scoffed," You think this is over because of a shaky confession and a clip of a conversation? That doesn’t prove anything beyond two people arguing."

Adam raised his eyebrows. "Arguing about murder."

"You’re reaching."

"No," Adam said. "I’m closing in." He took a step forward and shook his head, "You always thought you were smarter than the rest of us. That you could plan things, rearrange them mid-move, and still land on top. You’ve always been careful, I’ll give you that. But you made one mistake."

Spencer arched an eyebrow. "And what’s that?"

Adam’s voice dropped and he smiled, "You trusted someone else to keep their mouth shut."

Spencer let out a quiet laugh. "Saira was a fool but that does not mean I’ll let her drag me into this. If that fool had not been so enamoured with you, then everything would not have been ruined."

He then turned abruptly toward Melanie, eyes flashing. "Or for that matter, if you and Adam had not been together like you were supposed to, then none of this would’ve happened at all."

Melanie blinked, her arms still folded, but her stance tightened. "What the hell does that even mean? Your unreasonable hatred for Adam is not related to me."

He laughed- short, sharp, and bitter. "Don’t act so innocent. You think I didn’t know what was going on between you two when I returned. The way Adam was always around you and you kept your distance? All those exchanged glances? You were always going to betray me. Just like everyone else.

Melanie didn’t move. "I was never yours to betray because you never treated me like yours. Don’t go all sour grapes on me."

"Sour grapes? Really? This man... he came into my life, drove a wedge between my parents so that my father always chose him over me. Then he took away my grandmother and then my wife. Now, he wants my inheritance and is using my own father against me! I am not blind Melanie! I know everything!"

"What you know are your own thoughts! Your parents already had a lot of problems in their marriage. Because you were always competing with Adam and using underhanded tricks, Lasy Collins distanced herself from you slowly. As for me! I gave you three years of my life Spencer! Loyally and devotedly! Tell me, how did Adam take me away from you in three weeks? Was it really him or was it your fault? Even now, you are trying to blame this on him when you are the one who tried to have him killed!"

"I was fixing a problem. Adam came back at the wrong time, making a mess of something that was finally coming together. I had spent years keeping my grandmother in check, managing everything, fixing the public image, and then suddenly she wants to rewrite the will for someone else? And now all of you are doing the same for grandfather! Instigating him against me when he is on his death bed!

Adam stepped forward, voice low. "So you decided to poison him."

"I decided to protect what I earned!" Spencer shouted, losing the last of his composure. "You think this is about money? About inheritance? It’s about control. About not being cast aside like some servant after a lifetime of service. I deserve his trust. I deserve that legacy."

"And instead of focusing on getting that in the right way or even managing and expanding what you have, you drugged and framed people, and now you’re standing here blaming everyone but yourself."

Spencer glared at him. "Don’t act like a saint. You left. You left and came back when you smelled opportunity. You need to die, dam* it! So that you would stop snatching things from me!"

Adam’s eyes didn’t flicker at the threat. Instead, he smiled—cold, cutting. "That’s your problem, Spencer. You’ve never been able to keep anything you think you deserve. Not your grandmother’s love. Not Melanie. Everyone you cling to eventually sees you for what you are and runs."

Spencer’s face twisted with rage. "Shut up."

Adam stepped closer and shrugged, "No. Because the truth stings, doesn’t it? They all left. Not because of me. Because of you. You push, you scheme, you manipulate, and then you whine when they slip through your fingers. You can’t keep anything, Spencer. Not love. Not loyalty. Not even pity."

That did it.

Spencer exploded. "You think I care about their loyalty? Saira couldn’t finish the job! That stupid nurse couldn’t even kill Sir Collins when I handed her the damn pills. You know what? Fine. I’ll do it myself. Right now. I should’ve done it from the start!"

Melanie stiffened, instinctively stepping in front of Adam, but he moved her behind him. Spencer’s eyes burned with manic fury as he stalked forward.

"I’ll deal with you first. Then I’ll go to the old man. One after another and get rid of him as well!"

And just when they thought that Spencer would try to hit Adam, he raised his hand, in that, was a small knife, its blade glinting dangerously.

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