Chapter 3
The cold New York City wind hit David and Margaret like a physical blow as they were thrown onto the unforgiving pavement of Fifth Avenue.
Margaret shivered uncontrollably, her champagne silk blouse offering absolutely no protection against the bitter midnight chill.
"Call our driver immediately, David! I refuse to be treated like a common street beggar!" Margaret demanded, her voice shrill and desperate.
David pulled out his phone, only to discover that his elite black card and all joint accounts had been instantly frozen.
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Victoria had not just kicked them out; she had systematically severed every financial artery that kept them in high society.
They were completely stranded in the city, possessing nothing but the clothes on their backs and the bitter taste of defeat.
