Victoria put her in a hospital. She's been drugging you. She forged your signature. All of it comes tumbling out in a rush.

Marcus' hands shake as he takes the evidence, but before he can look at it, Aunt Jasmine steps forward. She's exactly as the twins remember. Tall, proud, with natural hair styled in beautiful locks and fierce protective eyes. She's already on her phone.

I need officers immediately at 47 Lakeview Drive in Greenwich. Children in danger. I have evidence of fraud, forgery, kidnapping, and attempted murder. Yes, I'm serious.

Send them now. Victoria descends the attic stairs slowly, composing herself, even with her face marked from the struggle. She's still holding the syringe, but she hides it behind her back. Her voice is smooth, controlled.

Marcus, darling, you're confused. Your medication must be wearing off too quickly. Let me make you some tea, and we'll talk about this calmly. Jasmine is filling your head with paranoid delusions.

The children found some old journals and misunderstood. You know how imaginative they are. But Marcus is reading now. His hands tremble as he opens Simone's journal, scanning the pages.

His face cycles through confusion, recognition, horror, and then rage. Pure righteous rage. His voice when he speaks is stronger than it's been in 2 years. I never signed these commitment papers.

This isn't my signature. Victoria, what have you done? Where is Simone? What have you done to my wife?

Victoria's carefully constructed mask begins to crack. She tries to maintain her composure, stepping down from the attic stairs with still visibly shaken from the struggle. Marcus, please let me explain. I was trying to help.

Simone was genuinely ill. You know, she was having episodes. I did what I thought was best for everyone. But Marcus is reading faster now, flipping through pages of Simone's journal.

With each entry, his expression darkens. He reads about Victoria drugging him, forging signatures, staging incidents to make Simone appear unstable. His hands clench around the journal so tightly the pages crumple. The twins watch their father wake up.

Really wake up for the first time in 2 years. It's like watching someone emerge from underwater, gasping for air. You drugged me, he whispers, disbelief and horror mixing in his voice. You've been drugging me for years.

That tea you made me every night. The food you insisted on preparing. I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn't remember things.

I couldn't think clearly. I signed documents I don't remember signing. I believed lies you told me about my own wife. Victoria takes another step back, calculating her options.

The syringe is still hidden behind her back. Jasmine sees it and moves protectively in front of the twins. Victoria, put down whatever you're holding. The police are coming.

This is over. Victoria's laugh is bitter. Desperate. Over.

This will never be over until I get what I deserve. Simone took everything from me. She took Marcus. She took the life I was meant to have.

She took my future. So, I took it back. I removed the obstacle. And she drops all pretense.

The racism she's hidden behind polite language finally unleashed. Your precious Simone with her natural hair and her ethnic pride and her complete lack of breeding. She didn't deserve Marcus. She was ordinary, common.

She came from nothing. She had nothing to offer except herself. And somehow that was enough for him. He looked at her like she was a queen when she was barely qualified to clean houses in this neighborhood.

Marcus recoils like he's been slapped. You kept my wife imprisoned for 2 years because of your racist jealousy because you couldn't stand that I fell in love with a black woman instead of you. Victoria's composure shatters completely. She screams, not caring anymore. Who hears?

She took what was mine. You were mine. We met first. I gave you everything, every opportunity to choose me.

But you threw it away for her. This life, this house, this success, it was supposed to be mine, so I took it. I destroyed her credibility, made everyone believe she was crazy, had her locked away where she couldn't interfere. I drugged you until you forgot what you loved about her.

I forged documents, bribed doctors, manipulated everyone around you. And it worked. For 2 years, I had everything. this house, your money, your name, even your children. Meera starts crying.

We're not your children. We never were. You're a monster. The words hit Victoria like a physical blow.

Her face contorts with rage, and she pulls the syringe from behind her back, holding it out like a weapon. I gave you everything. I fed you, clothed you, tolerated your presence in my house. And this is how you repay me? by snooping, by ruining everything.

You ungrateful little brats. You're just like your mother. Too stubborn, too defiant, too black for this world I created. Marcus steps between Victoria and his daughters, his voice deadly calm.

If you take one step toward my children, I will end you myself. Victoria points the syringe at Marcus instead. If I can't have you in this life, no one will, especially not Simone. She'll rot in that hospital and your children will watch you die knowing their mother is locked away and insane.