Chapter 13 - Returning To The Empty House
Mark drove Dylan back to their sprawling suburban estate, ensuring his son felt completely safe and secure in the backseat.
As anticipated, Elena’s expensive designer luggage sat stacked neatly beside the grand double doors of the foyer.
Elena herself stood by the kitchen island, wearing a silk bathrobe and shaking with a mixture of rage and terror.
“How dare you call the police to my life! You ruined everything over a brat’s school fee!” Elena screamed furiously.
“You committed federal wire fraud and embezzled funds to fund your lavish lifestyle, Elena,” Mark replied, tossing legal papers down.
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“I am your wife! You cannot throw me out like trash!” she sobbed, losing whatever composure she had left.
“You stopped being a wife the moment you preyed on an innocent child,” Mark stated with unyielding finality.
