“I already did,” Naomi replied.
He lunged forward in panic, but detectives restrained him instantly, forcing him back into the aisle as his composure collapsed completely.
Naomi’s final message played, her voice softer now but far more powerful.
“I was never weak, and I refused to let my story end the way you wanted.”
Tears filled the room as her last words echoed through the silence.
“Bury me in peace. Arrest him in pieces.”
The screen went dark.
The church no longer felt like a place of mourning, and it felt like a courtroom where truth had been dragged into the light.
Detectives led Elliot away in handcuffs while he shouted incoherently, his polished image gone completely.
Rachel stood frozen, her future collapsing in front of her as she realized she had trusted the wrong man.
Catherine closed her folder calmly, knowing everything had unfolded exactly as planned.
Naomi remained still in her coffin, the only person in the room who no longer needed to prove anything.
In the months that followed, the story spread across the country, drawing attention from media, investors, and ordinary people who could not look away.