The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 161

“These are the security camera feeds showing Ms. Meyer locking Reese in the lab, and her conversation with Lyla,” Matthew said, handing over the files without so much as a tremor in his voice. “Mr. Meyer, you’ll want to see this.”

“Hold on.” Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he watched Matthew step in to defend Reese. He pulled a flash drive from his pocket and handed it to her. “I’ve got my own evidence.”

“As for Sofia convincing my son to hurt my wife, I heard it myself. My son told me, and Sofia admitted it.

“Hank, do you want to listen to the recording from that day?”

He barely glanced at Sofia, who was already shaking like a leaf, and turned to Reese, his voice suddenly softer, almost gentle. “Use my evidence, Reese. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

Matthew didn’t even look up as he plugged his flash drive into the laptop. “Mine’s already set up for the projector. It’ll start right away. No delays.”

“Reese, let’s watch mine first.”

Their eyes met, and the tension in the room felt ready to explode.

Sebastian stood straight, one hand in his pocket, his whole posture radiating stubborn possessiveness. “Reese is my wife. I know what’s best for her.”

“But this is about BlackOak,” Matthew replied, stepping slightly in front of Reese, his tone laced with challenge. “She needs someone who can actually help her right now. Not a husband who only shows up when he wants to.”

Reese’s fingers curled in her lap as she looked from one man to the other. She could see the desperation in Sebastian’s eyes, as well as the fierce protectiveness in Matthew’s.

Compared to Sebastian, who always seemed just one step away from letting her go, she trusted Matthew more at this moment.

Hank’s eyes went wide. He stared at the screen, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white, veins standing out across the back of his hands.

He turned to Sofia, voice shaking, barely above a whisper. “Sofia… why? Why would you do this?”

Sofia looked like she might faint on the spot. She was trembling all over, biting her lip until it nearly bled, but she forced her chin up. “It’s fake! Reese made it up! She’s just trying to frame me, acting pitiful as always. Don’t believe her, Hank!”

Hank glanced at Reese, confused, ready to ask her if it was true, when Matthew let out a short, cold snort.

“Fake?”

He pulled a thick folder from his briefcase and dropped it on the table with a thud. “This is an official report from the city forensic lab. It’s all here in black and white. The footage is original. No edits, no tampering. The audio and video are both real.”