I booked a private island to save my marriage, but he showed up with his mother and his ex: “You’ll cook while we enjoy ourselves”… so I canceled everything in front of them.
I put on a smart white suit and called my lead attorney to request private security for the property.
Then, I instructed the staff to pack each and every one of Caleb’s belongings into boxes and place them neatly by the front door.
Two hours later, Caleb arrived by taxi, disheveled and drenched in sweat through his expensive linen shirt.
Her parents were following them in another car, although I noticed that Tessa was nowhere to be seen.
Caleb ran towards the iron gate and began to shake it furiously.
“Open this door right now, Lydia, because this is my house and you have no right to leave me out,” he shouted.
I walked slowly down the driveway, carrying a thick black folder.
—Actually, Caleb, this house belongs to a business group that was founded long before we met —I said calmly.
I reminded him that he had never bothered to read the legal documents he signed.
Margot leaned forward and pointed her finger through the bars.
“You’re an ungrateful child, especially after my son gave you his prestigious surname and a place in society,” he hissed.
I held his gaze without hesitation.
“All your son gave me was a list of debts, while I gave him a life of luxury he could never have earned,” I replied.
Caleb swallowed hard as reality hit him.
I put my hand between the bars and dropped the folder at his feet.
Photographs surfaced showing him and Tessa in compromising situations all over the city.
They were followed by bank statements and forged property documents, which fluttered in the wind.
Arthur lowered his head in shame, while Margot was speechless for the first time.
“Caleb, you have two very simple options from now on,” I said, signaling to the security guard.
“You can sign the divorce papers without resistance and return every last penny you embezzled, or I can file a formal complaint for fraud and forgery tomorrow morning.”
