Chapter 4 - The Wife Attempts A Desperate Escape Through The Foyer
Realizing the trap was closing around her, the wife spun around and sprinted toward the main double doors of the parlor.
“You’re not going anywhere until Miller arrives,” Christopher said coldly, moving with surprising speed to block the exit.
She slammed into his chest, bouncing backward onto the plush Persian rug with a frustrated sob.
“Let me out of here, Christopher! You’re ruining my life over a fabricated lie!” she screamed, beating her fists against the floor.
“The only thing being ruined is the illusion you’ve maintained for the past five years,” Christopher replied without a hint of sympathy.
Clara stood by the fireplace, watching the dramatic confrontation unfold with wide, unbelieving eyes.
The heavy front doors of the mansion suddenly swung open, echoing the sound of heavy boots entering the grand foyer.
Agent Miller and two federal marshals strode into the parlor, their badges gleaming under the warm chandelier light.
“We got your call, Mr. Vance... what’s the situation?” Miller asked, casting a sharp glance at the woman on the floor.
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“Attempted poisoning, federal fraud, and a forged insurance dossier,” Christopher answered, gesturing toward the shattered teacup.
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