Chapter 13 - A Bitter Domestic Blowout Inside The Luxury Penthouse
Hours before their arrest, the penthouse had played host to a bitter, screaming domestic blowout between the newlyweds. Michael slammed his fist against the kitchen island, shattering a crystal glass into a million glittering shards.
“You told me your father was going to keep funding our lifestyle no matter what stupid stunt we pulled!” Michael roared. Cassandra screamed back at him, her mascara running down her tear-streaked face in ugly black streaks.
“My stunt? You were the one who grabbed your mother’s arm and threw her into the wall like a piece of trash!” she yelled. “You’re the one who slapped her first! If you hadn't started it, none of this would have happened!” Michael accused viciously.
They hurled insults and blame back and forth like toxic venom, realizing they never truly loved each other at all. Their marriage was built entirely on greed, superficial status symbols, and mutual social climbing aspirations.
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Now that the money was gone and the scandal broke, their fragile union shattered into irreparable pieces. They hated each other more than they hated the father who orchestrated their total, methodical downfall.
The argument ended in exhausted, miserable silence as they realized they had completely destroyed their own futures. Little did they know, the police were already riding the elevator up to finish the job permanently.
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