She had drafted a document, ready for the day after the wedding, naming herself co-director of his company.

And her mask, finally, shattered.

“You all think you’re better than me,” she screamed.

“I spent my whole life watching rich families waste everything they had.

I was taking one opportunity for myself.” “You were taking my life apart,” Gabriel said quietly.

She pointed at me.

“She tested me like I was applying for a servant’s job.” “No,” I said.

“I watched how you behaved when you believed kindness had no reward and cruelty had no cost.” The officer asked her to turn around.

She refused, and threatened lawsuits, and demanded that Gabriel defend her — and my son did not move.

When the handcuffs closed she stared at him with something that was almost disbelief.