The young children were crying because of the cold, and the cousins were complaining about being trapped.
Evelyn was yelling at the top of her lungs that I was a crazy woman who belonged in an asylum.
At exactly three seventeen in the morning, I sent a heavily encrypted email to my personal lawyer.
I attached all the security camera footage from the night, the audio recordings of their insults, and photos of my clothes in trash bags.
I also included the video where Trevor explicitly stated that I could sleep in the storage room while his family took my bed.
At six o’clock in the morning, the heavy main gate of the estate slowly groaned open.
Three municipal patrol cars drove slowly along the stone road that led to the front of the villa.
Behind the police cars came a black private security van that belonged to a firm I hired years ago.
At that very moment, I used my laptop to finally unlock the heavy front door of the house.
When Trevor came out wrapped in a thin decorative blanket, he looked pale and was trembling from the cold.
He saw the uniformed officers standing there, and he saw my lawyer, Sarah Miller, stepping out of her car.
For the first time in his life, he truly understood that this magnificent house had never belonged to him.
But the most humiliating and painful truth for him was still waiting to be revealed in front of his family.
Evelyn was the very first person to start screaming at the officers as they approached the porch.
“Officer, you must arrest this insane woman immediately because she locked us inside her own house!” she shrieked.
My lawyer, Sarah Miller, walked toward me while carrying a very thick leather folder full of legal documents.
I stepped out of the garden cellar wearing my elegant beige coat with my hair pulled back perfectly.
I stood with my back straight and my head held high because I did not look like a defeated woman.
I looked exactly like the rightful owner of a multi million dollar estate returning to reclaim what was hers.
“Good morning, commander,” I said to the lead officer with a calm and steady voice.
“These people are currently trespassing on my private property and refusing to leave,” I explained.
Trevor let out a very nervous and shaky laugh as he tried to wrap the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
“Allison, please do not make a fool of yourself in front of the police because we are legally married,” he stuttered.
“This house belongs to me just as much as it belongs to you,” he added with a desperate look in his eyes.
