She’s Finally Gone”, At His Billionaire Wife’s Funeral, He Calls His Mistress to Celebrate, Until—EPISODE 5

• She is my wife. I never planned to harm her. This is all a misunderstanding fueled by jealousy and mistrust. Gasps filled the room. Amanda’s fists clenched. She wanted to shout, but George placed a calming hand on her arm. Then the judge turned to Amanda. Mrs. Williams, will you testify? The room went silent.
• Amanda rose and walked to the witness stand. She looked straight at Jonathan, her voice steady. You speak of love, Jonathan, she said. But true love does not hire assassins. True love does not empty bank accounts. True love does not call a mistress on the day of his wife’s funeral to celebrate.
• You betrayed not only me but every soul that trusted you. This is not love. This is greed. And greed has no place in my father’s company. The courtroom erupted. Journalists scribbled furiously. Cameras clicked. Jonathan’s face turned crimson. He slammed his fist on the dock. Lies. all lies. The judge banged his gavvel. Order. Amanda turned to the judge.
• My lord, I am not asking for revenge. I am asking for justice. Let the truth speak. As the day’s hearing ended, the judge adjourned the case for final arguments. Amanda walked out into the flashing lights of the press. She answered only one question. What do you want from this trial, Mrs.
• Williams? Her answer was calm, simple, and powerful. Justice, nothing less. Meanwhile, inside the prison van, transporting him back, Jonathan leaned close to a fellow inmate and whispered, “I need a phone. Money will flow if you help me.” Amanda thinks this trial will end me, but I’ll strike before the final judgment.
• The inmate grinned. “For the right price, anything is possible.” Far away, Sandra watched the news broadcast with a sly smile. She touched her flat stomach and whispered, “Both of them think they’re smart, but the game is mine to win.” Amanda didn’t know it yet, but her greatest battle was only beginning.
• The morning sun cast a pale glow over Lagos High Court. Inside, tension hung thick in the air. The trial had reached its climax and the whole city buzzed with anticipation. Vendors outside the courthouse sold newspapers with screaming headlines. Banker turned betrayer. Jonathan Uch faces justice. Amanda stood at the mirror in her chambers before the hearing began, adjusting the collar of her white blouse. Her reflection stared back at her calm, determined, unbroken.
• She whispered under her breath. “Father, give me strength. This is bigger than me now.” Juliet entered, carrying a folder. “Madam, these are the new documents from our auditors. They confirm Jonathan laundered over 5 billion naira through shell companies. Amanda took the file and skimmed through. Her heart tightened, but her face remained firm.
• This is the nail in his coffin. Olivia walked in, her voice low. Be careful, Amanda. Jonathan is cornered, and desperate men are dangerous. I have a feeling he won’t go down without trying something reckless. Amanda nodded. Let him try. The truth is my shield. That same morning, Jonathan sat hunched in the damp cell, his eyes bloodshot.
• The night had been long, his mind restless with schemes. Bullet, the cell leader, approached him with a smirk. You promised money banker. Where is it? Jonathan lifted his chin. You’ll get it, but I need a phone first. There are people I must contact before this trial ends. Bullet narrowed his eyes, then signaled another inmate. Minutes later, a battered old phone was slipped into Jonathan’s hands.
• With trembling fingers, he dialed Sandra’s number. She picked up almost instantly. “Jonathan,” her voice purred. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten me.” His voice was sharp. “Sandra, enough games. I need you to do something for me, Amanda must not win this case. I want her silenced before the verdict.
• ” Sandra’s lips curved into a smile. She swirled her wine glass lazily. Oh, Jonathan, you’re still giving orders from prison. That’s bold. But tell me, what do I get if I help you? Jonathan clenched his jaw. You’ll get everything once I’m free. The company, the money, our future. Sandra leaned back on her sofa.
• Our future or your future? Don’t forget, Jonathan, I hold secrets that can bury you deeper than Amanda ever could. His breath caught. Sandra, what are you saying? She laughed softly. I’m saying maybe Amanda isn’t my enemy. Maybe she’s the one I should be talking to. Before Jonathan could respond, the line went dead.
• He stared at the phone, fury consuming him. Sandra, you snake. By noon, the courtroom was packed. Lawyers shuffled papers, journalists whispered, and cameras clicked as the judge entered. Jonathan was led in by prison guards, his hands cuffed, but his expression carefully composed. Amanda sat at the plaintiff’s table, flanked by George, Juliet, and Olivia.
• She didn’t look at Jonathan, though she could feel his gaze burning into her. The prosecution began. My lord, today we present final arguments. The evidence is overwhelming. Financial theft, attempted murder, and betrayal of trust. The accused cannot escape justice. They displayed documents, played recorded calls, and even brought witnesses who testified about Jonathan’s secret meetings with hired killers.
• When it was the defense’s turn, Jonathan’s lawyer stood, his tone dramatic. My lord, this case is nothing but a family quarrel turned public spectacle. Mrs. Williams staged her death to humiliate her husband. There is no concrete proof that he plotted her murder. He is a man wrongly accused. The courtroom erupted in murmurss.