Chapter 8
By evening, the local police cruisers and federal marshals arrived at the estate gates, their flashing red and blue lights painting the driveway.
Detective Vance stepped out of the lead vehicle, adjusting his trench coat as he walked briskly up the grand marble steps of the mansion.
Nathan met him in the spacious foyer, handing over an encrypted flash drive containing the unedited security footage and audio logs.
"Mr. Sterling, your legal team's evidentiary packet is airtight; we have enough for felony child abuse and harassment," Detective Vance stated.
"Take her away; I want a restraining order filed immediately so she can never come within five miles of my children," Nathan replied firmly.
Two officers walked down the grand hallway, returning shortly with a disheveled Elena clad in her rumpled emerald green velvet dress.
Her hair was messy, her makeup was smeared from crying, and her arrogant socialite aura had completely vanished into thin air.
"Nathan! You can't do this to me! Think of our wedding vows!" Elena shrieked as the officers guided her toward the heavy front doors.
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Nathan didn't even turn his head to look at her, maintaining his absolute, freezing silence as the steel handcuffs clicked into place.
She was pushed into the back of the police cruiser, the doors slamming shut with a finality that echoed through the quiet estate grounds.
