Chapter 8 - Arrested In Front Of The Press
The lead officer stepped past the scattered flower arrangements, holding a folded paper warrant in his gloved hand.
“Evelyn Kensington, also known as Evelyn Miller,” the officer announced loudly over the lingering music.
“You are under arrest for grand larceny, corporate embezzlement, and aggravated assault causing severe bodily harm.”
Evelyn turned around frantically, looking for an escape route, but security guards blocked every exit of the hotel ballroom.
“Thomas! Please!” she shrieked, her voice cracking as she turned back to me with tears streaming down her face.
“I loved you! I did it for us! Your daughter was trying to poison your mind against me!”
“My daughter was trying to save me from a predator,” I replied, stepping down from the altar platform.
The officers grabbed her arms, pinning her hands behind her back as they snapped the heavy steel handcuffs over her lace sleeves.
Her veil fell off her head, drifting down onto the shattered glass and spilled champagne on the floor.
Reporters from the local business journal snapped dozens of photos as she was marched down the white aisle in shame.
Her mother tried to intercept the officers, but my legal counsel stepped in front of her with a thick folder of subpoena papers.
“Mrs. Kensington, you are also being summoned for questioning regarding tax fraud,” my lawyer stated calmly.
I turned my back on the circus, walking off the stage toward the private exit where my limousine was waiting.
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My business was safe, my fortune was intact, but my heart was heavy with the burden of my own foolish blindness.
I didn't care about the scandal or the stock prices anymore; I needed to get to the hospital to see my daughter.
