Margot pushed forward and pointed a finger through the bars.

“You are an ungrateful child, especially after my son gave you his prestigious name and a place in society,” she hissed.

I met her gaze without hesitation.

“The only thing 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 settled over him.

I reached through the bars and dropped the folder at his feet.

Photos spilled out, showing him and Tessa in compromising situations across the city.

Bank statements and forged property documents followed, fluttering in the breeze.

Arthur lowered his head in shame, while Margot stood speechless for the first time.

“You have two very simple options moving forward, Caleb,” I said, signaling the security guard.

“You can sign the divorce papers without a fight and return every cent you embezzled, or I can file a formal complaint for fraud and forgery tomorrow morning.”

Caleb’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground.

“Lydia, please listen to me, I was just confused and Tessa means absolutely nothing to me,” he pleaded.

At that exact moment, his phone chimed loudly.

It was a message from Tessa: “I just found out you do not own any of it, so do not bother looking for me because I am not going down with you.”

Caleb closed his eyes as if his final mask had been ripped away.

I felt no joy, but no pity either.

Only a quiet silence where his insults used to be.

A week later, I took the vacation I had originally planned—alone.