- The Millionaire Evicted His Wife Until Her Real Estate Deed Appeared
Rain hammered against the tall glass facade of the lakeside estate, turning the sprawling driveway into mirrors of dark water.
Karen stood in the marble foyer, her clothes drenched, staring at three massive cardboard boxes labeled with her own name.
Karen: Richard, what is the meaning of this? Why are my personal files packed up?
Richard: It means you are moving out tonight, Karen. Your time in this house is officially over.
Karen: Tonight? We have been married for nearly twenty-two years! I helped you build this entire company from nothing!
Richard: You helped manage a small office. I became the CEO. There is a very clear difference between filing invoices and running a multi-million-dollar empire.
A pair of red designer high heels clicked sharply against the polished Italian marble floor.
Vanessa: Oh, don't make such an ugly scene, Karen. It's so beneath someone of your age.
Karen: Vanessa? What are you doing inside my home wearing my anniversary silk robe?
Vanessa: It isn't your home anymore. Richard signed the new lease transfer over to me this afternoon. Isn't that right, sweetie?
Richard: She is right. The divorce lawyer filed the expedited paperwork at noon. You have forty-five minutes before local security escorts you past the main gate.
Karen took a step back, her breath catching in her throat as her heart hammered violently against her ribs.
Karen: You planned this behind my back. The business trip to Chicago was just a lie so you could change the locks.
Richard: Business requires strategy. Our marriage is no longer an asset to my portfolio. It is merely a liability.
Vanessa: Take the cardboard boxes, Karen. Maybe you can find a modest one-bedroom apartment across town if your credit card still works.
Karen: You really think you can just discard me without a single dime from the family estate?
Richard: You signed a postnuptial agreement seven years ago, my dear. You waived all rights to my personal assets and executive shares.
Karen: That agreement was signed under false pretenses! You swore it was only for commercial bank collateral!
Richard: The judge will only read the ink on the parchment, not your hurt feelings. Security is outside right now. Walk out with your head high, or leave in handcuffs.
Karen reached inside her wet coat pocket, her trembling fingers wrapping around a smooth leather-bound folder.
Karen: You always were careless with county paperwork, Richard.
Richard: What is that supposed to mean?
Karen: It means you should have read the deed history before you brought your mistress into this foyer.