Chapter 6 - THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF ROSS
The ninety-six hours following the federal grand jury presentation witnessed the total, systematic destruction of the life Ross and Gwendolyn had built upon their mountain of lies.
Their personal bank accounts were permanently dissolved, and the luxury vehicle Ross had proudly driven through the city was foreclosed by the treasury division.
The expensive suits, the custom furniture, and every single asset they had accumulated through their deceptions were liquidated by the court.
Gwendolyn was led through the high-security prisoner corridor in a standard orange institutional jumpsuit, her long hair falling wildly around her face.
"Corinne, please! You can't leave me in this place!" she sobbed frantically, her nails scratching uselessly against the glass partition as I walked past.
"We are sisters! Think of your daughter's reputation in this state! You cannot destroy my name over a minor argument about the house!"
"You didn't think of family when you stood in my doorway, let my daughter turn blue with fear, and used a fake video to strip my custody rights, Gwendolyn," I said down to her.
"The ledger is perfectly balanced, your corporate empire is erased, and your position in my world is permanently closed."
Ross Hardy was transported to a separate maximum-security facility in the Midwest, his handsome face permanently scrubbed from the commercial registries.
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The corrupt child protection evaluator who had accepted their bribes was systematically stripped of her license and escorted into custody.
The long, suffocating night of their domestic cruelty and public vanity had finally burned away, leaving nothing but the clean space of our survival.
