Marcus returned to the grand estate late that afternoon under grey skies.
A police cruiser was parked near the circular driveway by the gate.
Detective Harris met Marcus near the heavy oak front doors of the house.
Detective: Mr. Vance, we have secured the house as you requested.
Marcus: Did my wife return to the estate after I left earlier?
Detective: She tried to enter through the back patio ten minutes ago.
Marcus: Where is she located inside the property right now?
Detective: My partner is speaking with her in the main study room.
Marcus walked into the library, his footsteps echoing through the house.
Sarah was standing beside the large mahogany desk, her arms crossed tightly.
She looked up with angry, bloodshot eyes as Marcus walked into room.
Sarah: You called the police on your own legal wife, Marcus?
Marcus: You are not my wife; you are a criminal inside my home.
Sarah: I have every right to be inside this house right now!
Marcus: Detective, please watch her while I open this private wall safe.
Marcus stepped over to the large oil painting hanging near the window.
He shifted the frame aside to reveal a small steel combination safe.
Sarah's face turned completely white as she watched him enter the code.
The heavy safe door clicked open with a sharp, mechanical sound.
Marcus reached inside and pulled out a blue leather bound ledger book.
Inside the ledger were original bank records and a signed trust agreement.
Marcus: You stole three hundred thousand dollars from my son's account!
Sarah: That money was meant for our joint real estate investment!
Marcus: You transferred it to an offshore account under a false name!
Sarah: I was going to replace every single dollar next month!
Detective: Mrs. Vance, do not say anything further without an attorney.
Marcus handed the blue ledger directly to Detective Harris for review.
Marcus: She forged my mother's signature to access those restricted funds.
Sarah: Marcus, please do not ruin my life over a mistake!
Marcus: You put my mother in the hospital today without any remorse.
Sarah: It was an accident! I never meant for her to fall!
Tyler: You grabbed her arms and yelled at her, Sarah!
Tyler stood at the doorway of the library, holding his uncle's hand.
Sarah glared at the young boy with intense anger and sharp desperation.
Sarah: You little brat, you ruined everything for me today!
Marcus: Do not speak another word to my son ever again!
Detective Harris stepped forward and placed heavy metal handcuffs on Sarah.