Marcus stood up to his full height, his dark eyes locked on the woman he had intended to marry tomorrow morning.
Marcus: Go on. Walk over there and read it aloud.
Evelyn: I... I didn't write those shipping labels. The moving agency did.
Marcus: You hired private couriers using my corporate card three days ago.
Evelyn: I was coordinating deliveries for the floral arrangements from Austin!
Marcus: Don't lie to me. My head of security called my cell phone twenty minutes ago.
Evelyn: Frank has always hated me! He's just an old security guard trying to cause drama!
Marcus: Frank pulled the transport manifest from your van parked behind the guest house.
Evelyn stepped back, her bridal train bunching awkwardly between her feet.
Evelyn: It's a boarding facility in Maine, Marcus! A world-class private school for girls!
Marcus: You told my daughter she was going to an orphanage.
Evelyn: I was disciplining her! She was being completely unruly!
Marcus: You don't discipline my child by threatening to discard her like trash!
Marcus ripped open the top flap of the nearest cardboard box with one violent pull.
Marcus: What is my late wife's diamond necklace doing inside your cosmetic bag?
Evelyn: Sarah's jewelry was supposed to be cataloged for the estate insurance policy!
Marcus: Sarah left that heirloom specifically in Claire's legal trust fund.
Evelyn: A seven-year-old cannot manage fine diamonds! It makes zero financial sense!
Marcus: You aren't her trustee, Evelyn. And you never will be.
Evelyn: I am going to be her stepmother by noon tomorrow!
Marcus: Tomorrow is canceled.
Evelyn: You cannot cancel a high-profile wedding with eight hundred guests arriving!
Marcus: Watch me.
Evelyn: My family's reputation will be ruined in Dallas society! The press will tear us apart!
Marcus: Your family's reputation was built on counterfeit bank collateral, wasn't it?
Evelyn froze, her hand flying to her throat as her crystal necklace rattled.
Evelyn: Who... who told you that?
Marcus: You thought I signed the prenuptial agreement without my forensic auditors checking your offshore accounts?
Evelyn: Marcus, please, my father made terrible investments during the crash!
Marcus: Your father embezzled millions from a state pension fund.
Evelyn: We needed a family settlement to keep him out of court! That has nothing to do with us!
Marcus: You didn't fall in love with me, Evelyn. You hunted down a widower with an open estate.
Evelyn: I loved you! I cared for this house!
Marcus: You cared for my bank accounts, and you tried to erase my daughter before the ink dried.
Evelyn lunged forward, grabbing Marcus's forearm with manic force.
Evelyn: Listen to me! We can still walk down that aisle! Nobody has to know about the boxes!
Marcus tore his arm away from her grip with a sharp snap of his elbow, sending her stumbling back against the wall.
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