📞 Secret Call EXPOSED! Lynette Makes a Deal With Greg And Agree For Testify Against Bethany.😱

Late night. A dimly lit kitchen. The clock reads 11:47 PM. Rain taps against the window.
Lynette stares at her phone. Her hands tremble before she finally dials.

The line rings once… twice… then—

Greg: (low voice) I was wondering when you’d call.

Lynette: Don’t. Don’t act like you expected this.

Greg: You always do the right thing in the end, Lynette.

Lynette: This isn’t about doing the right thing. This is about survival.

Greg: Same difference.

(Silence. Only the sound of rain.)

Lynette: Is it true? What they’re saying about Bethany?

Greg: You know it is.

Lynette: I need to hear you say it.

Greg: Bethany moved the money. She signed the documents. She thought she covered her tracks, but she didn’t.

Lynette: (whispers) She told me it was clean… that it was just restructuring.

Greg: That’s what she told everyone.

Lynette: She’s my sister.

Greg: And she used your name on two of the transfers.

(Long pause. Lynette stops breathing for a moment.)

Lynette: No. No, she wouldn’t—

Greg: It’s already in the file. If this goes to court and you stay silent, you’re tied to it.

Lynette: So that’s why you called me last week.

Greg: I was trying to protect you.

Lynette: By asking me to testify against her?

Greg: By giving you a chance to tell the truth before it swallows you too.

Lynette walks to the window, gripping the curtain tightly.

Lynette: What exactly do you want from me?

Greg: I need you to confirm the March meeting. The one at the Harbor Lounge.

Lynette: (shaken) You were there?

Greg: I was in the next room.

Lynette: She said it was just investors.

Greg: It wasn’t investors. It was a shell rep from Ardent Holdings.

Lynette: Oh my God…

Greg: If you testify that she knew the funds were flagged and moved them anyway, the DA will offer you immunity.

Lynette: Immunity.

Greg: Full cooperation. No charges.

Lynette: And if I refuse?

Greg: Then you’re co-conspirator number three.

(Silence again. Heavy. Suffocating.)

Lynette: She helped me when I had nothing.

Greg: And now she’s using you to stay afloat.

Lynette: You don’t understand what she’s been through.

Greg: I understand federal prison, Lynette.

Lynette: Don’t say that.

Greg: That’s where this ends for her if no one talks.

Lynette: So you want me to push her there?

Greg: I want you to save yourself.

Her voice cracks.

Lynette: Does she know?

Greg: That I’m talking to you? No.

Lynette: She’s going to hate me.

Greg: She’ll blame you. That’s what she does.

Lynette: Stop.

Greg: You asked for the truth.

Lynette sinks into a chair.

Lynette: If I testify… what happens exactly?

Greg: You meet with the prosecutor. You give a statement. You confirm the timeline. You explain that you questioned the transfer and she insisted.

Lynette: I did question it.

Greg: Then tell them that.

Lynette: And the deal?

Greg: Written immunity. Protection from prosecution regarding the diverted funds.

Lynette: In exchange for testifying against my own blood.

Greg: In exchange for honesty.

The rain grows heavier.

Lynette: What if she flips it? What if she says I knew everything?

Greg: She can try. But we have emails. We have timestamps. And we have that voicemail she left you.

Lynette: You have the voicemail?

Greg: She sent it to the wrong backup server. Sloppy.

Lynette: (whispers) She’s not sloppy.

Greg: She was desperate.

A long, painful silence.

Lynette: If I do this… you promise me something.

Greg: What?

Lynette: You make sure they don’t drag Mom into it.

Greg: She’s not implicated.

Lynette: You make sure.

Greg: I will.

Lynette closes her eyes.

Lynette: She’s going to look at me in that courtroom like I betrayed her.

Greg: Or like you refused to go down with her.

Lynette: I never thought it would be like this.

Greg: Neither did she.

Lynette: (steadying herself) When?

Greg: Tomorrow morning. 9 AM. District Attorney’s office.

Lynette: That’s fast.

Greg: The indictment drops Friday.

Lynette: So this is my only window.

Greg: Yes.

Lynette breathes in slowly… then out.

Lynette: Send me the details.

Greg: Lynette—

Lynette: If I’m doing this, I need everything in writing.

Greg: You’ll have it in five minutes.

Lynette: And Greg?

Greg: Yeah?

Lynette: If she asks… if she calls me—

Greg: Don’t answer.

(A tear rolls down her cheek.)

Lynette: I hate this.

Greg: I know.

The clock hits midnight.

Lynette: I’ll testify.

(Silence. Heavy. Final.)

Greg: I’ll tell the DA you’re cooperating.

Lynette: After tonight… nothing’s ever going to be the same.

Greg: It already isn’t.

The call ends.

Lynette stares at her reflection in the dark window — caught between loyalty and survival.

Her phone buzzes.

Message from Greg:
“Meeting confirmed. 9 AM. Don’t be late.”

Outside, the storm rages on.

And somewhere across town…

Bethany’s phone lights up with a missed call notification.

From Lynette.

Weeks later.

Bethany is escorted in cuffs through a courthouse hallway. Cameras flash.

She pauses for half a second.

Just enough to glance toward the exit doors.

As if hoping.

But Lynette isn’t there.

One year later.

Lynette stands at a quiet waterfront, the same place as that March meeting.

The world moved on.

The case closed.

The headlines faded.

She survived.

But survival feels hollow.

Her phone is silent now.

No more late-night calls.

No more sister.

Just the sound of waves.

She whispers into the wind—

“I’m sorry.”

The wind doesn’t answer.

And somewhere, behind prison walls, Bethany finally stops waiting for her sister to call.

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