Chapter 3 - The Guesthouse Secrets
That evening, under the cover of darkness, I returned to my home. The police had cleared the scene, but the house felt haunted. I went straight to the guesthouse where Margot had lived. It was pristine, almost sterile, but I knew Silas's habits. He kept a physical backup of everything he couldn't store digitally.
I went to the library, pulling out the loose floorboard I had noticed him obsessing over months ago during a minor renovation. Underneath was a heavy, locked steel box. With the skill of someone who had spent a decade auditing the most crooked businesses in the state, I picked the lock.
Inside were not just financial papers, but photographs. Photos of meetings with high-ranking government officials who had been on his payroll. Photos of Margot with other men, other victims. And a handwritten ledger—a "book of sins" that detailed exactly who had been paid off, and for what. I had the evidence to dismantle his entire empire, not just his marriage.
