Chapter 4 - The Immediate Ejection Of The Cruel Stepmother
Upstairs in the master suite, Sarah stood before the walk-in closet vanity mirror, reapplying her crimson lipstick with precision.
She assumed Mark would eventually cool down, believing her manipulation would once again smooth over domestic conflicts.
The heavy oak bedroom door flew open with a deafening crash against the drywall, startling her mid-stroke.
Mark stood in the doorway, his light blue shirt sleeves rolled up, filling the entrance like an inescapable wall of fury.
“Pack your bags, Sarah. You have exactly fifteen minutes to gather your things and get out of my house,” Mark stated coldly.
Sarah dropped her lipstick onto the marble countertop, turning around with a look of indignant, sputtering outrage.
“Are you out of your absolute mind, Mark? You are going to throw away our entire marriage over a crying toddler?” she shrieked.
“I watched the security archives on my phone, Sarah. I saw every single vile thing you did to my daughter,” Mark fired back.
The arrogant smirk vanished entirely from Sarah’s face, replaced by a sudden flash of genuine panic in her blue eyes.
“The camera angle lacks context! Children exaggerate everything, and you are letting a brat manipulate you!” she screamed hysterically.
“The camera doesn't lie, and neither does my foot kicking you out the front door right now,” Mark answered with deadly calm.
He strode across the bedroom, ripping open her designer wardrobe doors and dragging heavy leather suitcases off the upper shelves.
“You cannot evict me from my own marital home! My name is on the property deed, and my father funded your expansion!” she yelled.
“Your name is legally being removed from everything before nightfall, along with a permanent restraining order,” Mark warned her.
He threw her designer garments haphazardly into the luggage, showing zero regard for her expensive wardrobe or fragile ego.
Realizing her reign of terror in this house had officially reached its absolute end, Sarah grabbed her handbag in defeat.
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She marched past him down the hallway, her designer heels clicking frantically against the hardwood floorboards in bitter rage.
Mark followed her every step of the way, ensuring she didn't attempt to enter Lily’s room or touch anything of value.
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