Chapter 10
As Ethan was escorted out through the underground garage to avoid the media storm, flashbulbs illuminated his downfall.
News anchors across national television networks broadcasted his perp walk live across every American household.
In her sunlit nursery in Greenwich, Clara watched the live broadcast on a wall-mounted flat-screen television.
Her newborn son slept peacefully in his polished wooden crib, wrapped snugly in the solid yellow blanket.
Marcus Thorne stood respectfully near the doorway, holding a finalized set of legal documents bound in dark blue leather.
"The custody petition has been granted in full by the New York Family Court, Mrs. Vance," Marcus reported.
"Ethan Vance has zero legal rights to the child, and his visitation requests have been denied permanently."
Clara turned away from the television screen, walking slowly toward the large bay window overlooking the estate gardens.
"And what about his mother?" Clara asked quietly, watching the autumn leaves drift across the manicured lawn.
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"Eleanor Vance has been evicted from the penthouse and faces accessory charges for laundering corporate funds," Marcus replied.
"She has effectively been exiled from Manhattan high society."
