She Stole My Future, Then Called Herself Justice Chapter 08

She Stole My Future, Then Called Herself Justice Chapter 08

The livestream was forced off air.

But the real storm was only beginning.

“Legal Talk Show Live Reversal.”

“Famous Attorney Exposed for Admissions Fraud.”

The trending tags shot to the top of every platform.

The people who had attacked me the hardest suddenly went quiet.

Anger and shock took their place.

“This is disgusting. She stole someone’s life, then tried to paint her as the extortionist?”

“Full investigation needed. People like this shouldn’t be allowed in the legal world.”

“Olivia Reed doesn’t deserve to be an attorney.”

The Northbridge Police Department quickly opened an official investigation.

The evidence was overwhelming.

Victor Shaw’s written confession.

Bank transfer records.

Mr. Whitman’s testimony.

Statements from former classmates.

The original student records.

Every piece of it destroyed Olivia and Vanessa’s story.

Olivia’s law license was revoked.

Blackstone University immediately issued a statement revoking her degree and reopening the investigation into that year’s admissions process.

The once-celebrated Olivia Reed became a name everyone avoided overnight.

All her brand deals were canceled.

Her shows were pulled.

Everything she had worked so hard to build collapsed.

I saw her again at the defendant’s table in Northbridge County Court.

She wore a gray jail-issued uniform and no makeup, revealing a face that resembled mine in some ways, yet felt nothing like mine.

She had lost a lot of weight.

Her eyes were empty, like her whole soul had been hollowed out.

When the judge read the sentence, Olivia received five years in prison for multiple felony charges, including document fraud and admissions fraud.

Vanessa was sentenced to three years.

Olivia showed no reaction.

But Mom, sitting in the gallery, had tears in her eyes.

I did not look at her again.

From the moment she chose to stay silent back then, she was only my blood relative.

She was no longer my family.

As I walked out of the courthouse, the sunlight was almost too bright.

Reporters swarmed me.

“Claire Bennett, are you satisfied with the verdict?”

“Claire, what are your plans going forward?”

I looked into the cameras and said calmly, “I trust the court’s decision.”

“As for the future, I’m going to start over.”

Yes.

Start over.

Take back the life that was always supposed to be mine.