Victoria: You called the police to our private estate gates?!
David: I didn't call them for a domestic argument, Victoria. I called them to execute a federal warrant.
Victoria: A federal warrant for what?! My family runs legitimate coastal shipping operations!
David: Your family laundered twenty-two million dollars through offshore accounts in Belize.
Victoria: That was an emergency bridge loan to keep our cargo vessels moving during the strike!
David: That money was stolen directly from Leo's maternal inheritance trust fund, Victoria!
Victoria took two hurried steps backward, her heels clicking against the edge of the pool.
Victoria: That trust fund belonged to our marital assets! Clara was penniless when you married her!
David: Clara was a brilliant maritime logistics engineer who held seven international patents!
Victoria: Clara died two years ago! Her money belongs to the woman raising her husband's child!
David: You never raised my child, Victoria. You spent six months trying to get rid of him.
Victoria: That's a lie! I took him to the park! I bought him designer baby clothes!
Rosa: You left him in the hot car outside the salon for forty-five minutes last Thursday, Victoria!
David's knuckles turned stark white as he turned his gaze back onto the woman in green.
David: You left my two-month-old son locked inside a car in ninety-degree heat?
Victoria: The air conditioning was running! I was inside getting my manicure touched up for our dinner!
Rosa: The engine was completely off, Mr. Sterling! The salon valet had to use a coat hanger to unlock the door!
David: You told me the valet scratched the door during routine parking, Victoria.
Victoria: I didn't want to worry you while you were closing the European shipping deal!
David: You wanted him to suffocate in that backseat so nobody could question your story.
Victoria: That was an honest accident! The remote key fob malfunctioned!
David: Just like the stroller malfunctioned today when you pushed it with both hands?
Victoria's breath caught in her throat, her eyes darting toward the open French doors.
Victoria: I am still entitled to the fifteen-million-dollar prenuptial settlement! You signed the guarantee!
David: Did you actually read clause eighteen of that agreement, Victoria?
Victoria: My father's corporate legal team drafted every single line! I know the contract by heart!
David: Then you know what happens in cases of criminal felony assault against an immediate heir.
Victoria's arrogant expression began to crack, her lips parting in sudden, suffocating dread.
Victoria: You can't prove assault in court! A video clip without audio proves nothing!
David: The dome camera has directional high-definition audio recording, Victoria.
Victoria: Directional audio?!
David: It recorded you telling my baby, 'You will never inherit sixty percent of the estate trust.'
Victoria gasped, clapping both hands over her mouth as her own words condemned her.
David: Right before you shoved the carriage into eight feet of water.
Victoria: That audio was obtained without my consent! It violates Texas wiretapping laws!
David: Under Texas Penal Code Section 16.02, a property owner can record any area to protect life.
Victoria: David, please! Think of our social circle! Think of what our friends at the country club will say!
David: Our friends at the country club will be reading your federal indictment on the front page tomorrow.
Victoria: I will sign a complete legal waiver! I will leave Texas and never come back!
David: You had your chance to leave with dignity, Victoria. Now you leave in chains.
Four black-and-white Dallas police cruisers roared through the front security gates, their sirens screaming.
They skidded to a stop on the cobblestone driveway, gravel flying against the stone curbs.
Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the white limestone pillars of the grand mansion.