“You can’t do this!” Chloe sobbed, finally dropping the arrogant facade. “I’m your wife! Where will I go?”
“I don’t care,” Marcus replied coldly. “You have exactly ten minutes to pack one suitcase. My security team will escort you to the gate. If you are not gone, I will hand these embezzlement files directly to the district attorney and you can spend the next five years in a federal prison.”
Ten minutes later, the mansion was completely silent. The guests had fled. Chloe had been physically escorted off the property, sobbing hysterically, dragging a single suitcase down the long driveway into the dark night.
Marcus let out a long, heavy breath. He turned away from the door and walked slowly toward the back of the property, toward the dark, barren guest house.
He opened the door softly. Evelyn was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her packed bags sitting by the door. She looked up, startled, wiping fresh tears from her tired eyes.
