Chapter 3
Hours later, the mansion settled into a heavy, suffocating silence as Elena’s luxury luggage was tossed down the sweeping staircase by security guards. She stood near the heavy oak double doors, her crimson gown rumpled and her face twisted in venomous hatred.
"You will regret this humiliation, Ethan," Elena hissed, glaring down the hallway where her husband sat quietly in the study with his children. "Every high-society publication in America will know what a tyrant you really are."
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None of the security personnel flinched or offered a word of sympathy. They had witnessed her cruelty behind closed doors for months, and her sudden exile felt long overdue.
Elena slammed the front doors behind her with a resounding crash, stepping out into the cold night air as her sleek town car waited impatiently at the circular driveway. The mansion doors locked firmly behind her, sealing her fate forever.
