Red and blue lights flashed brightly against the high glass windows of the mansion.
Two police officers walked into the grand foyer with emergency medical workers.
The paramedics moved quickly to check Celia's head and neck on the floor.
They placed her carefully on a rolling stretcher to transport her to the hospital.
Victor held her hand the entire time as they carried her outside.
The police officers walked up the grand staircase to meet the security guard.
They placed metal handcuffs tightly around Victoria's wrists behind her back.
Victoria: This is a massive mistake! I am the lady of this house!
Officer: Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent right now.
They brought Victoria down the marble steps that she had controlled for years.
She looked at Victor with begging eyes, but he refused to meet her gaze.
Victor handed the security video drive directly to the head police captain.
Victor: Ensure she stays in maximum security until the court trial!
The officers led Victoria out the heavy mahogany double doors into the bright sun.
Neighbours stood near the gate watching as she was placed in the back seat.
Her cruel actions were now fully exposed for the entire world to see.
She faced losing her family inheritance, her home, and her personal freedom.
At the regional hospital, the doctors treated Celia for her bruises and sprains.
They told Victor that his wife was going to make a complete recovery.
Victor sat beside her hospital bed and smiled with deep warmth in his eyes.
He gave her a brand new box tied with a soft pink satin ribbon.
Inside lay a restored strand of bright white pearls on velvet cloth.
Celia: You fixed the necklace for me?
Victor: I will always fix whatever breaks in our home, Celia.
Celia smiled gently and held his hand tightly in the bright hospital room.
They both knew that the dark shadows in their home were gone forever.
Justice had prevailed, and their love had proven stronger than greed.