The afternoon sun dipped lower behind the luxury estate, casting long, dramatic shadows across the pristine pool water.
Sarah: You don't have any dimes left to fight with, Jordan. The court already seized your retainers.
Jordan: You planned this... all of you staged this hostile takeover from the very beginning!
Man in Green: We simply exposed the paper trail you spent years trying to hide behind closed doors.
Sarah: You thought physical abuse and intimidation would keep me quiet forever.
Jordan: Sarah, please... let's talk about this inside. We can work out a settlement between us.
Sarah: The only settlement you're going to get is whatever the federal prosecutor offers in a plea deal.
Jordan: You wouldn't throw the father of your child into a prison cell over paperwork!
Sarah: You stopped being a father the moment you raised your hand against me and my baby.
The heavy iron security gates at the front of the estate swung open with a loud, mechanical groan.
Man in Green: Right on time. Looks like your ride to the precinct has arrived, Jordan.
Three uniformed federal agents walked purposefully down the stone pathway toward the poolside patio.
Jordan: Get away from me! Don't touch my suit!
Agent: Jordan Vance, you are under arrest for corporate fraud, asset concealment, and extortion.
Sarah adjusted the baby in her arms, taking a deep breath of clean air as the handcuffs clicked into place.
Sarah: Enjoy the quiet, Jordan. You finally have all the time in the world to think about what you built.
Will Sarah finally find peace after years of enduring his cruelty and psychological manipulation?
Sarah: It's over, Jordan. We're finally free.