Chapter 7
Three days later, Evelyn sat alone in her massive, quiet mansion, surrounded by expensive antiques that suddenly felt like hollow, meaningless trinkets. Her phone rang continuously with calls from reporters, socialites, and former business partners seeking confirmation of her dramatic fall from grace.
She ignored them all, staring blankly at the framed US flag hanging on her living room wall where the confrontation had taken place. The room was sterile and silent, completely devoid of the warmth, laughter, and future she had recklessly destroyed with her endless greed.
A sharp knock at the front door broke her trance, prompting her to hurry toward the foyer with a faint, desperate surge of hope. She opened the heavy mahogany door, expecting to see Ethan standing there ready to reconcile and put the nightmare behind them.
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Instead, two federal agents in dark suits stood on her porch, displaying official gold badges and a signed federal warrant. "Evelyn Vance, you are under arrest for corporate fraud, bribery, and conspiracy to commit illegal medical endangerment," the lead agent stated coldly.
Before she could utter a single word of protest, heavy steel handcuffs clicked tightly around her manicured wrists, sealing her fate forever.
