Chloe: Arthur, please! Don't let eight hundred people see you throw me out! Think about the media! Think about the company stock price!
Arthur: The media is going to report the truth, Chloe. That Vance Enterprises caught an international fraudster trying to infiltrate our board.
Chloe: I am not a fraudster! I gave you six months of my life! I catered to your every whim!
Arthur: You spent six months spending my money on luxury shopping trips, fake doctor visits, and bribing my house staff!
Eleanor: Speaking of house staff, Arthur... Mrs. Higgins in the main estate confessed an hour ago. Chloe paid her ten thousand dollars to hide the maternity pads in the guest room closet.
Chloe: That traitorous old bitch!
Arthur: Mrs. Higgins worked for my father for thirty years. You corrupted my household, you stole from my company, and you tried to alienate me from my own child.
Chloe: Your child is a brat who ruined everything! If she had kept her mouth shut for two more weeks, the merger would have gone through and I would have been legally untouchable!
Arthur: So that was your plan? Wait for the merger, claim fifty percent of the restructured stock, and then file for a fake miscarriage?
Chloe remained silent, her jaw clenched as tears of pure rage smudged her thick mascara. She reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the hidden velcro strap under her gown.
Chloe: You think you're so smart, Arthur Vance! You think you're a genius businessman! You were so desperate for a young wife and a son that you believed every single word I said without checking a single document!
Arthur: I trusted you.
Chloe: You trusted your own ego! You wanted a trophy on your arm, and I gave you one! You got exactly what you paid for!
With a harsh tearing sound, Chloe unbuckled the floral-patterned foam pad from under her dress and ripped it out from a side seam, throwing the synthetic pillow right onto the center of the white linen dining table.
The entire ballroom let out a unified gasp as the thick foam cushion rolled across the table, knocking over a crystal glass of sparkling red wine.
Guest 1: Look at that! It really is a pillow!
Guest 2: Unbelievable! She was wearing a fake belly the whole time!
Lily: See, Daddy? I told you it had blue flowers on it!
Arthur: Yes, sweetheart... you were completely right.
Chloe: There! Are you happy now?! You all got your little show! Now get out of my way!
Chloe grabbed her gold clutch from the chair and spun around toward the exit, but the heavy oak doors opened before she could take three steps. Four uniformed police officers walked briskly into the hall, led by Detective Miller from the Financial Crimes Division.
Detective Miller: Chloe Adams?
Chloe: What is the meaning of this?! Get your hands off me!
Detective Miller: You are under arrest for grand larceny, corporate fraud, and identity theft. You have the right to remain silent.