Chapter 13 - The Walk of Shame
"Deputies," I said, turning to the two large men standing behind me. "If this woman is still inside my house in ten minutes, I want her arrested for criminal trespassing."
Vanessa’s facade completely shattered. She dropped her champagne flute, the crystal shattering against the expensive hardwood floor just inches from her bare feet. "You are completely insane! All of my things are upstairs! My clothes, my jewelry, my bags!"
"Your belongings are currently being boxed up by the movers waiting outside," I informed her smoothly. "They will be deposited at the curb at the end of the driveway. What happens to them after that is none of my concern. But you are leaving right now."
"I have rights!" Vanessa screamed, her voice echoing shrilly off the high ceilings. She lunged toward me, raising a hand as if she were actually foolish enough to strike a trained federal agent.
Before she could close the distance, one of the deputies stepped forward, resting his hand casually on his duty belt. "Ma'am, I strongly suggest you step back and walk toward the exit. If you touch Ms. Frost, you will be leaving in handcuffs."
Tears of pure, humiliated rage streamed down Vanessa’s face. She looked around the massive living room, realizing that the luxurious life she had stolen was entirely vaporizing before her eyes. Without a word, she turned and marched toward the front door, shivering in her thin white dress as the biting Colorado wind whipped into the entryway.
I followed her out onto the grand stone porch, watching as she was forced to walk the quarter-mile down the long, winding driveway toward the street. Behind her, the moving crew began carrying out black trash bags filled with her expensive designer clothes, dumping them unceremoniously onto the wet asphalt near the main gate.
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Grant’s silver Porsche pulled up to the curb just as Vanessa reached the end of the driveway. He looked completely unhinged, his tie undone, his hair a mess. He jumped out of the car, looking at the trash bags and then at Vanessa, who began screaming at him the second his feet hit the pavement.
I stood on the porch, watching them tear each other apart from a distance. The mansion was finally silent again. But the war wasn't over. They hadn't just stolen money and tried to steal a house. They had broken my daughter. And for that, I was going to destroy them completely.
