### Chapter 10: Trap of Truth
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Aaryan sat in silence, the letter resting on the table in front of him like a ticking time bomb.
The weight of his guilt had grown unbearable — and now, with Anjali by his side, there was only one way forward:
**Expose the truth.**
He picked up the phone and dialed.
“I need you to come to the house,” he said.
“It’s time we end this.”
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Two hours later, Kiara arrived.
Elegant as ever, she walked in like nothing had happened. “Aaryan,” she smiled. “You sounded urgent. What’s wrong?”
He gestured toward the couch. “Sit. We need to talk.”
Anjali stood by the window, quiet, holding her phone — recording every second.
Kiara raised an eyebrow. “Trouble in paradise?”
Aaryan didn’t smile.
“I know what you did,” he said calmly. “Rhea left behind proof. Her letter. Her diary.”
For a moment, Kiara said nothing.
Then she laughed.
“You’re trusting a dead woman’s words over me?”
“No,” Anjali spoke, stepping forward. “We’re trusting the woman you destroyed. And now, the law will too.”
Kiara’s eyes flicked to Anjali. “Oh, sweet Anjali. You think this little game will work?”
She stood, her voice low and threatening.
“I know people. I know how to erase stories like hers. And yours.”
“But this story already has an ending,” Aaryan said, holding up his phone. “You just wrote it yourself.”
Kiara’s smirk faded as she realized she’d been recorded — every word of her threats.
“You’ll regret this,” she hissed.
“No,” Aaryan said firmly. “I regret not standing up for Rhea when she was alive. I won’t make that mistake again.”
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🚨 **An hour later** — the police arrived.
Aaryan handed them the diary, the letter, and the full audio recording of Kiara’s threats.
Kiara didn’t resist. She knew it was over.
As she was led away in handcuffs, she turned back to Anjali.
“This isn’t the end.”
But Anjali didn’t flinch. “Yes. It is.”
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That night, Aaryan stood in the garden — the same place Rhea once sat with her tea and dreams.
He whispered, “I’m sorry, Rhea.”
Beside him, Anjali stood quietly.
“You did the right thing,” she said. “You gave her peace.”
“And you gave me courage,” he replied.
He looked at Anjali — truly looked at her — for the first time since their marriage.
“Maybe now… we can begin again.”
Anjali didn’t speak.
But in her heart, something began to soften — not forgiveness, not yet.
But maybe, **the beginning of trust**.
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