I Traded Three Years of Love for One Perfect Revenge Chapter 11
Two weeks later, Aldercrest held its annual student honors ceremony in the main auditorium.
After a charity video of Brielle’s went viral, she had been packaged as a campus role model—high-achieving, gracious, and forgiving.
She stood beneath the stage lights in a white dress, waiting for the university president to present her award.
Cole sat in the front row, dressed sharply in a suit and looking unbearably proud.
Just as the president was about to hand Brielle the award, the auditorium’s massive LED screen suddenly went black.
A second later, a crystal-clear recording filled the auditorium.
“Sign the withdrawal form, then record a video admitting you stole the necklace…”
“Her mom won’t make it through tonight anyway.”
“A cheap urn won’t cost much.”
The auditorium erupted.
All the color drained from Brielle’s face.
Cole sprang to his feet and pointed toward the control booth.
“Turn it off! Who’s doing this? Turn it off!”
The screen flickered again.
—
This time, it filled with official bank-transfer records and itemized gift logs on institutional letterhead.
Then came Brielle’s original admissions records, showing the scores she had actually earned, followed by screenshots of emails documenting how another student’s credentials had been used to manufacture her admission to Aldercrest.
Each image was marked with glaring red circles and captions.
One after another, they cut straight through every lie Cole and Brielle had built.
Students and university officials shot to their feet in shock.
The noise in the auditorium swelled into a roar.
I stepped out slowly from behind the curtain.
I was wearing the same faded old T-shirt I wore more than anything else.
I walked to center stage and took the microphone.
“Cole. Brielle.”
I looked at their twisted, terrified faces.
“You got where you are by trampling over my mother’s ashes.”
“Are you comfortable up there?”
Brielle screamed and lunged for the microphone.
Event security rushed onto the stage and restrained her.
—
Cole’s face went white.
He dropped to his knees in front of the stage.
For the first time, he understood that he had pushed someone past the point of having anything left to lose.
“Nora! Nora, listen to me!”
“This is all a misunderstanding! I’ll give you every dollar back! I’ll give you my life if that’s what it takes!”
“Please take this down! My dad is going to be arrested!”
I watched him grovel on his knees, just as I had been forced to do on the pavement that day.
“Too late.”
Sirens screamed outside the auditorium.
State public-corruption investigators and police were already outside, their vehicles surrounding the building.
The professor entered with them.
One of the investigators stepped forward.
“Cole Mercer. Brielle Dawson. You’re being taken into custody on suspicion of admissions fraud, falsifying academic records, coercion, and bribery.”
“You’re coming with us.”
Handcuffs closed around their wrists.
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Brielle completely fell apart, sobbing hysterically.
“Cole, help me! I can’t go to prison! I can’t!”
Cole had gone limp by the time the officers dragged him away.
As the officers dragged him past me, he looked at me in utter despair.
I gave him the coldest smile I had.
I watched the police cars pull away, sirens fading into the distance.
Then I turned toward the windows.
Sunlight broke through the clouds and glittered across Weiming Lake.
Mom.
Can you see me?
I won.
I rested my hand against my chest, where I carried an old photograph of my mother close to my heart.
From now on, I would carry her hopes with me.
I would live at this university with my head held high.
And I would never be afraid again.