Chapter 4: The Mask Falls
The penthouse was finally empty, save for Arthur, Lily, and Victoria.
Victoria’s mask didn't just slip; it shattered. "You're ruining everything!" she hissed, her voice losing its polished, elegant tone. "She’s just a child! I was trying to teach her discipline. You’re always working; someone has to raise her!"
Arthur looked at his wife—the woman he had loved, the woman he had trusted with the most precious thing in his life. He saw nothing but a stranger.
"You didn't raise her, Victoria," Arthur said, his voice cold as ice. "You resented her because she took the attention away from you. You were jealous of a six-year-old."
He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a stack of documents. "I’ve been watching. I’ve known about your affairs, your gambling debts, and the way you’ve been funneling money out of the household accounts. I wasn't just working, Victoria. I was gathering."
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Victoria stared at the papers. "What is that?"
"Divorce papers," Arthur said, walking toward the door with Lily in his arms. "And an affidavit for full custody based on psychological neglect. The locks have already been changed. You have one hour to pack your things. My lawyers will handle the rest."
