I let my husband believe I had paid off his $150,000 debt. The very next morning, I walked downstairs to find his parents cramming my belongings into trash bags. Standing in my own kitchen, dressed in my expensive silk robe, was his mistress. My husband smirked, shoved divorce papers toward me, and said, “You’re useless to me now.”

Julian dropped his phone onto the kitchen floor, staring at me as if I were a complete stranger.

You cannot freeze my company accounts without a court order, he stammered nervously.

I took a slow sip of my hot coffee and smiled over the rim of the mug.

I do not need a court order when I own the holding company that technically owns your business.

His mother, Beatrice, dropped a roll of packing tape and marched across the kitchen to confront me.

You listen to me right now, you arrogant little brat.

Julian is entitled to half of this house, and we are not leaving until you sign the deed over to him.

I walked over to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a thick red folder containing all of my legal documents.

I opened the folder and slid a certified piece of paper across the marble island.

This house is legally owned by a generational blind trust established by my late grandfather.

Julian never had a single ounce of equity in this property.

Beatrice turned pale, realizing her grand plan to steal my mansion had just evaporated into thin air.

She quickly reached toward the counter and tried to slip my diamond tennis bracelet into her designer purse.

I grabbed her wrist with terrifying speed and squeezed it until she gasped in pain.

Did you really think you could steal from me in broad daylight?

Julian rushed forward to defend his mother, pushing me away from her.

You are completely out of your mind, Vivian.

I am calling the police to have you physically removed for assaulting my mother.

I smiled widely and gestured toward the large front windows of the living room.

That will not be necessary, because I already called them for you.

Two police cruisers pulled into the long driveway with their red and blue lights flashing brightly.

Julian smirked, thinking the officers were coming to arrest me for my violent behavior.

He strutted over to the front door and opened it wide to welcome the officers inside.

The lead officer stepped into the foyer and completely ignored Julian.

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The officer looked directly at Julian's father and pulled out a pair of heavy steel handcuffs.

Arthur, you are under arrest for massive corporate embezzlement and grand larceny.

Chapter 3 - The Property Deed