to perfection. I attended campaign events, always a step behind Hamilton, my hand resting gently on his arm, a picture of silent support. I smiled for the cameras, m

e. Each lie he told, each false promise he made to the electorate, was a nail in his coffin, hammered in by my own hand.

ateDiaries, operating remotely, became my eyes and ears. My loyal assistant, Sarah, worked tirelessly, discreetly g

you asked for. Kalie Villarreal. Her entire digital footprint. Social media, obscure forums,

oice steady despite the tremor in my hands. The large monitor, usu

hidden from public view, were a shrine to her ambition and her contempt for anyone who stood in her way. There were selfies, hundr

ood run cold. It was the jewelry she was wearing. Around her neck, a delicate gold necklace with a small, intricate locket – the very one Hamilton had given me for our fifth anniversary, claiming it was a f

able. Kalie's face, partially obscured, hovering above him, a smirk on her lips. Her voice, a low whisper: "Look at him. My puppet. Thinks he's in cont

ust cheating, but being actively manipulated, reco

wife is such a bore. Always talking about 'legacy' and 'public service.' I told Bryanna she needs t

isoning her mind, turning her against me. The pain was so sharp, so profound, it stole my breath away. I

omething cold, hard, and utterly ruthless. They h

on, demanding he come home. Can you believe it? The woman is such a joke. Hamilton told me she's so pathetic, so desperate. He said he'd rather spend every night with me than a single minute with her. And Bryanna thinks I'm the coolest. She told me Mom's just jealo

s echoed in the silent room, a testament to their contempt. My daughter, a "little idiot," a pawn in Kalie's twisted game. The in

y single one of those. Every photo, every video, every text. Organize them into a chronological presentati

, her voice hushed, sensing th

le. We want no room for doubt." I continued, my mind

er voice now filled with a grim d

lton and Kalie had woven a tangled web of lies, a complex tapestry of deceit and manipulation. But I, Caroline Glenn, was

r poll numbers, a look of self-satisfaction on his face. He l

better?" he asked,

light, airy. "Actually, I

ved my ideas. He just preferred to

her connection with the younger demographic... And Bryanna simply adores her. It would be such a lovely, wholesome image to have

ptibly. "Kalie? At the rally? I'm not sure that's... wise, Caroline. It's a very big event.

d it's important to showcase the fresh talent in our ranks. Besides, it adds to our 'family values

him. He knew the potential danger. But he also knew the power of the image I was

And maybe her old high school principal. You know, show how much you value her background, her community. It

her principal – it would legitimize their connection, make it public, but also expose it to a level of scrutiny he couldn't control. He was

ally managed, his voice strained. "A little... last minu

l about optics, darling. And this particular optic? It's golden. Think of the headli

le now on his lips. "You're right, of course, my love. As always, your strategic brilliance is unmatched." He stood up, wal

typed it into his phone, his movements stiff, mechanical. He thought he was outsmarting me, appeasing

alked out of the study. My heart was thumping, not with fear, but with a triumphant, chilling sati

his world would be