Chapter 5 - THE LEGAL AMBUSH
The transition from a compliant, isolated wife to the sovereign owner of the firm was complete within forty-eight hours.
The state supreme court executed an emergency asset freeze on all accounts tied to Adrian’s personal name.
My parents, Eleanor and Richard, were forced to vacate their rented apartment after the bank liquidated their remaining assets.
They came to the lobby of the Soler Tower on Thursday afternoon, falling onto their knees before the security guards.
"Eva, please!" Eleanor wept, her manicured hands clutching the fabric of my black trousers.
"We are your parents! We made a mistake under pressure!"
"You cannot let them take our furniture!"
"You told me my survival was my problem, Eleanor," I said, looking down at her with dead, unyielding eyes.
"Now, your furniture is your problem."
Adrian was brought through the main lobby in heavy steel handcuffs, flanked by two federal marshals.
His custom-tailored white shirt was wrinkled, his face pale and entirely stripped of his public, arrogant power.
"You set me up, you bitch!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the high marble walls of the lobby.
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"You’re nothing but a quiet little wife!"
"The quiet little wife just closed your company, Adrian," I whispered.
