Victoria fell to her knees right on the floor, begging Mark with desperate tearful eyes.
Her hair was messy and her expensive makeup was smeared all down her pale face.
She looked nothing like the proud and arrogant woman who had walked in earlier.
Victoria: Mark, please think about our future and our beautiful life together!
Mark: We have no future together, Victoria, so take your hands off my clothes.
Two large estate security officers walked through the front double doors of the house.
They stood tall and professional, waiting for Mark's final direct order to step in.
Mark pointed toward the open front entrance where the bright sunlight streamed through clearly.
Mark: Please escort this woman off my private property immediately right now.
Officer: Yes sir, Mr. Mark, please come with us peacefully now, ma'am.
The officers took Victoria gently by her arms and lifted her up off the floor.
She screamed and kicked her legs, shouting insults as they pulled her toward the doors.
Victoria: You will regret this day, Mark! I will take everything you own!
Mark: You will not take a single penny, Victoria, goodbye forever now.
The heavy oak double doors shut tightly with a loud and final heavy thud.
The grand foyer fell into a peaceful and quiet calm once again after her departure.
Mark turned back to Clara and Sarah, his face softening with pure warmth and love.
He wrapped his arms around his mother and held her tightly in his arms.
Mark: You are never cleaning another floor in this house ever again, mother.
Clara: But Mark, I like staying busy and helping around the house every day.
Mark: From now on, you are the true mistress of this entire estate home.
Sarah smiled brightly through her tears, wiping her eyes with her clean apron sleeve.