Vindicated

He made her comfortable in his little office. 

Trusting him and respecting him, she poured her heart out. 

A few days later, when she saw the contents of the brown envelope, she felt betrayed. Realization hit her right between the eyes that the meeting with him the other day was all staged. Never once had she suspected that a hidden agenda had already been drawn up prior to the meeting. All that she had told him were exploited to the maximum and projected in a bad light. Her trust was broken. She felt completely betrayed. Victimised.

Despite that, she tried to reason with him. But he stuck to his guns and refused to accept any wrongdoing on his part. Due to the circumstance she was in, she could only watch helplessly as her life veered out of control.

A few months passed. She had moved to another city. She had become busy picking up the pieces and struggling to get some semblance of normalcy back in her life.

One day on a chance encounter with someone, by way of conversation she was told that the man was dead. And that he had collapsed suddenly and never recovered, all within days of sealing her fate. 

Divine justice had played its hand.

Her position: Vindicated.

For A-Z Challenge 2014