The wide foyer was filled with an uncomfortable, heavy silence that made Victoria shiver.
Mark stood tall in front of her, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
Mark: I saw my lawyer today, Victoria.
Victoria's eyes widened in panic as she realized her plan had completely collapsed.
Victoria: Mark... I can explain those legal forms, I was just trying to protect our future.
Mark: You were trying to steal everything that belongs to my daughter!
Victoria: That is not true, I love this family!
Mark: Do not ever utter the word love in this house again!
Clara walked slowly toward her father and wrapped her arms around his waist for comfort.
Mark placed a protective hand on Clara's head, keeping her safely behind him.
Mark: You treated my child like an enemy the moment my back was turned.
Victoria: She is just a child, she exaggerates everything because she misses her mother!
Mark: I heard her cry, and I saw you throw her mother's memory to the floor!
Victoria pointed an angry finger at Clara, dropping her polite mask entirely.
Victoria: You ruined everything, you little brat!
Mark: How dare you talk to my daughter like that in my home!
Mark pointed forcefully toward the grand front entrance doors downstairs.
Mark: Get out of my house and away from my family immediately!
Victoria: You cannot just throw me out, we are legally married!
Mark: My lawyers will have the divorce papers and a restraining order ready by morning.
Mark: If you do not leave right now, I will call the police and charge you with trespassing.
Victoria looked around the bright, luxurious mansion she had tried so hard to control.
She realized there was no escape and no way to talk her way out of this situation.
With a furious glare, Victoria turned on her heel and stomped down the hall toward the guest room.
She grabbed her personal purse and pulled her coat off the wall rack in shame.
Mark watched her every move from the top of the balcony, ensuring she did not touch anything else.
Victoria marched down the marble stairs without looking back a single time.
She slammed the heavy front entrance doors behind her, echoing loudly throughout the quiet house.
Clara squeezed her father's hand tightly as the front gates closed outside.
Clara: Is she really gone for good, Daddy?
Mark: Yes, sweetheart, she will never come back here to hurt you again.