Chapter 3: The Legal Scythe
The next morning, the "divorce" wasn't a request; it was a tactical strike. Marcus hadn't just watched the footage; he had sent it to his firm’s top-tier litigators. By noon, a process server arrived at the house—not to drop off papers, but to enforce an immediate eviction.
Vanessa’s social circle, the women she had bragged to at brunch, were already whispering. Because Marcus was a man of immense influence, he didn't settle this in private. He made sure the evidence was legally admissible. The video of her mocking an elderly woman was leaked to the local press under the headline: The Face of Suburban Cruelty.
Vanessa found herself standing on the curb with nothing but a suitcase. Her friends wouldn't take her calls. Her parents, fearing the litigation that Marcus had threatened against anyone aiding her, shut their doors. She had pushed everyone away to make room for her greed, and now, the space she created was empty.
