The sound of heavy police sirens echoed down the long private driveway outside.
Red and blue emergency lights flashed bright patterns against the white foyer walls.
Victoria stepped back toward the grand stairs, looking around for an exit route.
Victoria: You actually called the police on your own wife?
Richard: You are not my wife. You are a dangerous intruder in my house.
The heavy front doors swung open as two police officers walked inside.
They moved quickly across the marble floor toward Victoria near the staircase.
Officer Martinez: Mrs. Vance, stay where you are and put your hands behind your back.
Victoria: This is a massive misunderstanding! My husband is making up lies!
Richard: Officer, the raw camera footage is loaded on my desk computer right now.
The second officer checked the computer screen while Officer Martinez placed handcuffs on Victoria.
The metallic click of the cuffs echoed loudly off the hard marble stone.
Victoria: Take those off me right now! Do you know who I am?
Officer Martinez: You have the right to remain silent, ma'am.
They turned her around and led her toward the open front entrance doors.
Victoria glared back at Richard with absolute hatred filling her dark eyes.
Her expensive emerald silk dress was wrinkled as the officers escorted her outside.
The police car doors slammed shut, ending her short time inside the luxury mansion.
Richard stood alone in the quiet foyer for a moment, letting out a deep breath.
The cold house finally felt safe and warm again after months of silent fear.
He walked over to his private office and unlocked the heavy wooden door.
Lily looked up from the leather couch with wide, hopeful blue eyes.
Lily: Is she gone, Daddy? Is she really gone forever?
Richard walked into the room and knelt down on the soft rug beside her.
Richard: She is gone, sweetheart. She will never come back here again.
He reached out and pulled his daughter into a warm, safe hug.
Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly with relief.