Chapter 3 - Veronica Desperately Denies The Authenticity Of The Deeds
Veronica lunged forward across the kitchen island, desperate to snatch the vintage kraft envelope from David’s trembling grip.
David sidestepped her frantic movement with ease, holding the legal documents high above his head out of her reach.
“Don't you dare touch these papers, Veronica! You’re done playing your manipulative games in this house!” David roared.
“They’re fake, David! Can't you see she’s trying to destroy our marriage because she always hated me?!” Veronica sobbed theatrically.
Martha set her glass down onto the wooden table with a quiet, deliberate clink that silenced Veronica’s hysterical wailing.
“The state registrar doesn't harbor personal grudges, child, nor do federal tax assessors who have my name on every corporate filing,” Martha stated.
Veronica glared at her mother-in-law with pure venom, her previous aristocratic poise completely dissolved into raw panic.
“You old witch... you planned this ambush from the very beginning, didn't you? You wanted to humiliate me!” Veronica hissed viciously.
“I gave you every opportunity to show basic human decency under this roof, Veronica, and you chose cruelty instead,” Martha answered softly.
David looked at his wife with profound disgust, realizing he had spent years defending a monster disguised as a society socialite.
“Pack your bags, Veronica. You have one hour to clear your clothes out of the master suite before I call the security guards,” David ordered.
“You can’t throw me out like a piece of trash! We are legally married!” Veronica screamed, her voice cracking in absolute disbelief.
“Marriage implies mutual respect and honesty, two things you traded away the moment you started forging financial documents,” David retorted.
Veronica turned her tear-streaked face toward Martha, dropping to her knees on the tile floor in a pathetic bid for mercy.
“Please, Martha... tell him not to do this. I’ll change, I swear I’ll treat you like a queen!” Veronica pleaded, clutching Martha's skirt.
Martha gently pulled her fabric away from Veronica’s grasping hands, looking down without an ounce of pity or hesitation.
“A leopard never changes its spots, Veronica, especially when its entire existence is built upon borrowed wealth and stolen identity,” Martha said.
David grabbed Veronica firmly by the arm, hauling her up to her feet despite her frantic kicking and screaming.
“Get upstairs right now, or I’ll have the local sheriff physically escort you off the property in handcuffs,” David warned sharply.
Veronica shoved past him, storming up the grand mahogany staircase while hurling curses that echoed off the high vaulted ceilings.
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The sunlit kitchen grew quiet once more, leaving David standing alone with his mother amidst the ruins of his marriage.
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