She Stole My Future, Then Called Herself Justice Chapter 06

She Stole My Future, Then Called Herself Justice Chapter 06

The first shot showed a simple office.

Mr. Whitman, now fully white-haired, sat at his desk holding a yellowed score report.

“My name is Howard Whitman. I was Claire Bennett’s senior-year advisor.”

His voice was a little hoarse, but every word was clear.

“This is our high school’s preserved academic record for the entire graduating class from ten years ago.”

The camera zoomed in on the score report.

First row.

First place.

Claire Bennett.

Reading and Writing, 780.

Math, 780.

Total score, 1560.

“Claire was one of the most talented and hardworking students I had seen in thirty years of teaching.”

Mr. Whitman adjusted his glasses, his eyes reddening.

“She always knew what she wanted. She dreamed of getting into Blackstone University’s Legal Studies Honors Program and becoming a real attorney who fought for justice.”

“When the admissions exam results came out, she ranked third statewide among humanities-track applicants. Everyone knew she had a bright future ahead.”

“No one expected her life to be stolen from her.”

Mr. Whitman’s voice cracked.

“For the past ten years, I’ve often wondered what would have happened if she had gone to Blackstone the way she was supposed to.”

“She would have stood with the best of them.”

“The person who stole her admission spot didn’t just steal a letter.”

“They stole a girl’s entire hope for the future.”

By the time the video reached this point, the entire livestream had gone dead silent.

The comments paused for a few seconds.

Then they went absolutely insane.

“1560? Third in the whole state? That’s top-tier.”

“So she didn’t quit on her own? She really was replaced?”

“This is insane.”

Olivia’s face had gone deathly pale.

She stared at me, her lips trembling.

“Where did you… get that…”

I did not answer her.

Because this was only the beginning.

The screen cut to another scene.

Gray walls.

Iron bars.

A man in a prison uniform.

It was the visitation room at Northbridge Correctional Facility.

A man in his fifties appeared on camera, his face haggard, handcuffs still on his wrists.

“My name is Victor Shaw. I’m serving fifteen years for fraud and document forgery.”

He looked up at the camera, his eyes full of regret and fear.

“Ten years ago, a woman named Reed contacted me through someone. She wanted me to create falsified student records so her daughter could steal her stepdaughter’s college spot.”

“She paid me.”

“I knew it was wrong, but I still took the job.”

“I used some connections and bribed people inside the admissions system. Then I pulled Claire Bennett’s digital admissions file and replaced the photo and contact information with her daughter Olivia Reed’s.”

“After that, I forged a new paper acceptance letter and mailed it to their house.”

Victor’s voice shook, as if even he could barely stand saying it out loud.

“I thought I had covered my tracks perfectly. I thought no one would ever find out.”

“Until a few days ago, when someone tracked me down in prison.”

He paused, then looked straight into the camera.

“Attorney Olivia Reed, you said on television that you hate criminals who steal other people’s futures the most.”

“So what about me? The person who helped you commit that crime.”

“Do you hate me?”