At My Dad’s Funeral, My Stepmom Leaned In for a Final Kiss and Saw Him Blink

“Game’s over, Veronica,” I declared, loud and clear.

I pulled the lab report from my bag and held it up for everyone to see.

The room went silent.

Veronica’s face twisted. “That’s insane…”

“I have proof.

Lab results. Recordings. I saw you tamper with his drinks.”

I handed the report to the funeral director, who stared at it in shock.

Veronica tried to run.

But two of my dad’s friends blocked the door.

“You’re not going anywhere,” one of them exploded.

I’d already called the police. They arrived 10 minutes later.

As they led Veronica away in handcuffs, she looked back at me with pure hatred.

But I didn’t flinch.

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