Elena’s confidence wavered for a fraction of a second, her posture stiffening as she glared across the room at her husband.
Elena: You're bluffing. You don't have anything on me, Mark. A recorded voice clip won't hold up in family court!
Mark: Maybe not by itself. But do you really think I didn't install security cameras in the common areas after my luxury watch collection went missing last month?
Elena’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze darting up toward the decorative crown molding near the ceiling light fixture.
Elena: You... you put cameras in the living room without telling me?
Mark: It's my house, paid for by my real estate firm long before I ever met you at that charity gala in Houston.
Mark: Every second of what you did to Lily today was streamed directly to my cloud backup server in high definition.
Elena: Mark, listen to me... I was just trying to discipline her! She was rude to me earlier, she refused to do her homework—
Mark: Shut your mouth! Don't try to spin this into discipline! You starved my child and forced her to eat out of a pet dish!
Mark walked over to his mahogany desk in the corner of the study, opening a drawer and pulling out a thick manila folder.
Mark: I was already having my private investigator look into your background, Elena. I knew something wasn't right about your spending habits.
Elena: What private investigator? What are you talking about?
Mark: Do you really think I didn't notice the twenty thousand dollars transferred out of our joint account last Tuesday?
Elena: That was for my mother's medical bills in Florida! I told you she needed heart surgery!
Mark: Your mother passed away six years ago, Elena. I have her death certificate right here in this file.
Elena fell silent, her hand dropping from her bruised cheek as her face turned completely pale.
Mark: The money didn't go to a hospital in Florida. It went directly to a offshore account under the name of a man named Marcus Vance.
Elena: How... how did you find out about Marcus?
Mark: It wasn't hard once I hired professionals to trace the wire transfers. Who is he, Elena? Is he your ex-husband? Your lover?
Elena: He's nobody! He's just an old friend from college who needed a loan!
Mark: Old friends don't get sent monthly installments of corporate funds from my company's payroll account!
Mark slammed the folder down onto the glass coffee table, making Elena jump backward in fright.
Mark: You didn't just mistreat my daughter. You've been embezzling money from my business for the past eight months!
Elena: Mark, please... let's talk about this in private. We can work this out without involving lawyers or the police!
Mark: It's too late for talking. My attorney is already drafting the divorce papers, and the police are on their way here right now.
Elena: The police? For what? This is a private family matter!
Mark: Child endangerment, intentional infliction of emotional distress, and grand larceny. Pick whichever charge you want to explain to the judge first.
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