Before Clara arrived, Mark received an urgent phone call from his bank.
The senior fraud officer was calling about suspicious account transfers happening now.
Bank Officer: Mr. Davis, someone is trying to wire two million dollars.
Mark: Who is requesting that massive wire transfer from my trust?
Bank Officer: Your wife Vanessa is at our downtown corporate branch currently.
Mark: Freeze all accounts and block every single card immediately!
Bank Officer: We are locking down all funds right this second, sir.
Mark told Arthur to watch Lily safely inside the spacious living room.
He drove his sports car fast toward the downtown financial district.
He walked briskly into the grand marble lobby of the bank headquarters.
Vanessa was standing at the counter yelling at a young bank teller.
She was wearing giant dark sunglasses and holding her designer handbag tight.
Vanessa: I am his legal wife, you must process this wire transfer!
Mark: She does not have any authorization on those accounts, officer!
Vanessa spun around in total shock as Mark walked up behind her.
Two uniformed security guards stepped forward to block the exit doors.
Vanessa: Mark, you are making a massive public mistake right now!
Mark: You tried to steal two million dollars from my child trust fund!
Vanessa: That money was meant to be my marriage settlement payment!
Mark: You are getting zero dollars from me or my family trust.
The bank manager walked out from his private glass office softly.
He carried printed record sheets of all recent financial activity logs.
Bank Manager: Mrs. Davis tried to forge your account signature today.
Mark: I want to press full legal charges against her immediately.
Vanessa's confident expression crumbled into pure panicked terror and fear.
She looked around the busy bank lobby at all the staring customers.
Vanessa: Mark, please do not ruin my public reputation like this!
Mark: You ruined your own life the moment you mistreated Lily.
The security guards held Vanessa firmly until two police officers arrived.
The officers placed metallic handcuffs around Vanessa's slim wrist joints softly.
They led her out through the glass doors into a waiting squad car.
Mark watched the police car drive away into the afternoon traffic flow.
He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt a weight lift.
He walked back to his car with a clear purpose in mind.
The dark chapter of his life was finally coming to an end.
Now he needed to fix the damage done to his real family.
He drove back toward his suburban mansion under the clear sky.
His phone chimed with a message from Attorney Arthur on the dashboard.
Attorney Arthur: Clara has just pulled up into your front driveway now.