Clara: "Julian, please! You don't understand! I was desperate!"
Julian: "Desperate for what?! To send an innocent woman to prison?!"
Clara: "Sarah threatened to take me to family court! She told me she had evidence that I was spending trust fund money on personal debts!"
Julian: "Were you?!"
Clara: "It was an investment! I put two million dollars into a private offshore venture!"
Julian: "You stole two million dollars from our son's trust fund?!"
Julian's voice boomed across the marble foyer, echoing off the high ceiling. The heavy front double doors opened again, and Sarah stepped inside, wearing a simple beige trench coat. She walked over to Julian's side, looking at Clara with deep sadness and disgust.
Sarah: "I tried to warn you, Julian. I told you she was transferring funds three months ago."
Clara: "You quiet snake! You set me up!"
Sarah: "You set yourself up, Clara. You thought you could manipulate everyone in this family with your lies."
Clara: "Julian, don't listen to her! She wants our marriage to fail so she can inherit the firm!"
Julian: "Sarah doesn't care about the firm, Clara! She cares about Toby! She cares about me!"
Clara: "I am your wife! You swore an oath to stand by me!"
Julian: "You forfeited that oath the second you brought our infant son into your sick, twisted schemes!"
Julian pulled out his smartphone, tapping the screen rapidly with his thumb while holding Toby tightly against his shoulder.
Clara: "Who are you calling?! Julian, stop!"
Julian: "I am calling Dallas Police Department and my divorce lawyer."
Clara: "No! You can't do this to me! Think about the headlines! Think about the company stock!"
Julian: "I don't give a damn about the company stock, Clara. You are going to answer for fraud, embezzlement, and filing a false police report."
Clara suddenly lunged forward, her fingers clawing at Julian's phone in a desperate attempt to knock it out of his hand. But Sarah stepped in front of her, shoving Clara back onto the light wooden floor.
Sarah: "Touch him again and I will personally press physical assault charges against you right now!"
Clara: "You ruined my life! Both of you!"
Julian: "Hello, 911? I need an emergency police unit at the Vance estate on Preston Road immediately. I have full video evidence of domestic fraud, extortion, and self-inflicted framing."
Clara lay on the wooden floor, her grey suit jacket rumpled, her face covered in tears as she listened to Julian report her every crime to the dispatcher. She realized her grand plan to secure millions had completely destroyed her future.