Chapter 4
Before David's fingers could graze her wrist, two towering men in black tactical suits intercepted him.
They pinned David's arms behind his back with military precision, forcing him down onto the polished marble floor.
"Get your hands off me!" David shrieked, kicking his shiny shoes against the stone tiles.
"Do you know who I am?! I am the executive director of Vance Industries!"
Claire stepped over the ruined white cake, looking down at her trapped husband with absolute disdain.
"You were an employee, David," Claire corrected him softly.
"And now, you're a federal suspect."
The massive oak entrance doors of the ballroom swung open with a heavy, echoing thud.
Four armed federal marshals marched into the room, led by Senior Special Agent Sarah Miller.
Agent Miller walked straight toward David, holding up a thick parchment arrest warrant.
"David Vance, you are under arrest for corporate embezzlement, insider trading, and securities fraud," Miller announced firmly.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
David thrashed against the marshals' grip, his eyes wide and bloodshot as the steel handcuffs snapped shut.
"Claire! Tell them this is a mistake!" David pleaded, his voice breaking into a pathetic whine.
"We have a family! We have Maya!"
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Claire turned her back on him, walking toward the grand piano where little Maya waited safely.
"You lost the right to call yourself a father the moment you raised your hand against my child," Claire stated coldly.
