Ethan: You own nothing, Clara. The prenuptial agreement was airtight from day one.
Clara: Ethan, what's wrong with you?!
She stared at the man with wide, frantic eyes, desperately trying to explain herself.
Clara: We built this life together! We hosted the charity galas! We played the perfect family!
Ethan: You played a role to loot my father's trust fund while abusing my little girl.
Clara: That's a lie! Prove it! Show me the proof right now!
Ethan pulled a thick manila folder from his suit jacket, dropping it heavily onto the console table.
Ethan: Bank statements, offshore transfer receipts, and audio recordings from the nursery intercom.
Clara: The intercom... no, you couldn't have heard that.
Ethan: I heard every cruel word you muttered to my daughter over the last six months.
Two federal marshals stepped out from the library doorway, their badges gleaming under the chandelier.
Federal Marshal: Clara Vance, you are under arrest for financial fraud and child endangerment.
Clara shrieked, stumbling backward as cold steel handcuffs snapped around her wrists.
Clara: This is a conspiracy! You'll pay for humiliating me!
Ethan: Take her out of my sight. Let her explain her innocence to a federal judge.
Nora held Mia close as the disgraced woman was dragged screaming down the grand staircase.
True justice had finally arrived, washing away years of fear and restoring peace to the Vance home.
Ethan: Come on, girls. Let's go find that picture book together.