CHAPTER 82
Grace and Viola were in their luxurious mansion in the city of Hamilton, hurriedly packing their bags as anxiety coursed through their hearts like a raging torrent. The fear of being discovered tormented them, and the urgency of escaping the country was palpable in the tension-filled air.
As they gathered their belongings, a distant roar of engines echoed outside. Their hearts leapt out of their chests as they realized that something was terribly wrong. The sound of several sirens rapidly approaching left their hands trembling and their minds in panic.
Before they could react, the mansion was invaded by a swarm of police officers, their badges glinting in the sunlight, and they quickly surrounded them. The commanding voices demanding that they surrender filled the once quiet mansion, echoing through the corridors like a dark echo of their impending doom.
Grace and Viola, petrified with terror, were handcuffed and taken into custody. Their desperate attempts to resist were in vain, as the forces of the law proved implacable, determined to bring justice to the victims of their crimes.
Willian Thatcher entered the prison visiting room with a heavy heart, his countenance laden with pain and disappointment. He sat down in front of Grace, a woman he had once loved deeply, but who was now just a cold shadow of her former self.
Bluntly, Willian handed over a folder containing the divorce papers. His eyes met hers, but there was no longer the glow of affection that used to exist. Instead, there was only a painful emptiness, a sense of betrayal that cut like a sharp blade.
- Grace, he began, his voice laced with bitterness and hurt; I don't recognize you anymore. The woman I've loved all my life wouldn't be capable of committing the cruel crimes you're accused of. You tried to hurt our own daughter, Grace. How could you?
Grace listened to his words with a cynical smile on her lips, a smile that cut deeper than any insult. She tried to look tough, unflappable, but there was a glint of desperation in her eyes, a fragile mask that she tried to maintain in the face of the harshness of the world.
As William left the room, Grace let out a bitter laugh, a laugh full of debauchery and contempt. She watched the man she once loved walk out of the door, taking with him the last vestiges of hope from a life that was once gone. And as the laughter died in her throat, she knew she was alone, condemned to face the consequences of her actions, with no redemption in sight.
The trial was a real whirlwind of emotions. The victims' families looked on with eyes full of pain and anger, demanding justice for the trauma Grace and Viola had inflicted. Witnesses came forward, telling stories of terror and anguish caused by the cruel hands of the two women.
Grace and Viola listened to the sentence with pale faces and blank stares, as the judge uttered the words that would seal their fate. 35 years for Grace and 28 years for Viola, with no chance of parole. The blow of the sentence echoed like a hammer hitting their souls, leaving them feeling empty and desolate under the weight of their actions.
Led into police cars, Grace and Viola were taken straight to the maximum security prison. The sound of the steel doors closing behind them echoed like a sinister echo of their fall from power into the darkness of confinement.
Separated and confined in solitary cells, Grace and Viola faced the painful reality of their punishment. The cold, merciless silence of the prison was the only company left for them as they faced the years of regret and remorse that awaited them on the bleak horizon of their incarcerated lives.