Victoria's hands trembled violently as she looked toward the thick oak door behind her.
She tried to reach for the brass door handle to make a quick escape.
Arthur stepped forward quickly and blocked the door frame with his tall body.
He raised his cell phone to his ear and pressed a saved speed-dial number.
Arthur: Yes, Detective Miller, please bring your officers inside the property now.
Victoria: You actually called the federal police on your own legal wife, Arthur?
Arthur: I called them for fraud, identity theft, and hiding a child's trust fund.
Victoria: That money was part of the marital estate we shared together!
Arthur: That trust fund belonged strictly to my late wife and my daughter Sarah!
Maya stepped closer to Arthur and looked at the papers in his hand.
She saw her biological mother's signature written clearly on the old legal documents.
A flood of forgotten childhood memories began to return to her tired mind.
She remembered a soft voice singing to her in a sunlit nursery room.
Maya: My mother left me a trust fund before she passed away, father?
Arthur: Yes Sarah, she set aside millions to ensure you were always safe.
Arthur: And this evil woman forged my signature to transfer those funds away.
Victoria: I needed that money to maintain our high social standing in Dallas!
Victoria: Nobody would have respected us if we lost our grand lifestyle here!
Arthur: Respect is earned through honor, not stolen wealth and wicked cruelty!
The sound of heavy police boots echoed against the outdoor stone porch steps.
The front door opened wide as two uniformed federal officers entered the hallway.
Victoria gasped and shrank back against the wall, her arrogance completely gone now.
Detective: Arthur Vance? We have the warrant signed by the federal judge.
Arthur: She is right here, detective. Take her into custody immediately please.
Victoria: Touch me and my expensive defense lawyers will sue your department!
Detective: Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent under federal law.
The officer stepped forward and placed heavy steel handcuffs around Victoria's wrists.
The metallic click sounded loud in the vast, elegant, and silent white corridor.
Victoria looked back at Arthur with desperate tears finally streaming down her cheeks.
Victoria: Arthur, please do not let them take me away in front of everyone!
Arthur: You brought this justice upon yourself the moment you touched my daughter.
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