Chapter 6 - THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF COBB
The ninety-six hours following the grand jury presentation witnessed the total, systematic destruction of the life Ronald and Priscilla had built upon their mountain of lies.
Their personal bank accounts were permanently dissolved, and the luxury waterfront estate they had used to parade their status was foreclosed by the treasury division.
The designer bags, the first-class travel privileges, and every single asset they had accumulated through their deceptions were liquidated by the court.
Priscilla was led through the high-security prisoner corridor in a standard orange institutional jumpsuit, her silver hair falling wildly around her face.
"Lexi, please! You can't leave us in this place!" she sobbed frantically, her nails scratching uselessly against the glass partition as I walked past.
"We are family! Think of my son's reputation in this city! You cannot destroy our name over a minor argument about a credit card!"
"You told me that I was an outsider in my own marriage, Priscilla," I said down to her, my voice completely devoid of any remaining warmth.
"The ledger is perfectly balanced, your corporate empire is erased, and your position in my world is permanently closed."
Ronald Cobb 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 business partners who had enabled their greed were systematically stripped of their licenses 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.
