Chapter 8 - Stripped Of Illusions
That afternoon, Patricia arrived at the chalet under the escort of our corporate attorneys to sign the restitution agreement. The glamorous woman who had strutted through Terminal 4 in diamonds and crocodile leather was unrecognizable. Her hair was unwashed, her makeup smeared, and she wore a plain gray coat with no jewelry in sight.
She sat at the heavy oak table in the dining room, her hand shaking as she picked up the pen.
“You’ve ruined me,” she whispered, glaring at me with raw venom. “My townhouse, my jewelry collection, my reputation in New York... you’re taking everything.”
“I’m taking back what you stole from my mother,” I answered evenly. “You bought those jewels with dividends that belonged to her estate. You leased that townhouse with funds diverted from my inheritance. You lived high on stolen wealth while treating me like dirt beneath your shoes.”
Mason stood in the corner of the room, looking pale and completely broken. Without the illusion of wealth, his elite friends had already blocked his number, and his high-society future had evaporated overnight.
“Nora, please,” Mason muttered quietly. “What am I supposed to do now? Nobody will hire me after this.”
“You can start by learning what real work looks like, Mason,” I said without sympathy. “You told me on the plane that a little struggle builds character. I suggest you go build some. Start at the bottom, just like you expected me to do.”
Patricia signed the final page with a jagged scribble, threw the pen onto the mahogany surface, and stood up abruptly. “You’ll regret this, Nora. You think you’re invincible now, but you’ll end up bitter and alone, just like your mother!”
Before I could answer, my father stepped forward from the hallway.
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“Do not mention her mother’s name again,” my father said with quiet, absolute finality. “Our marriage is over, Patricia. My lawyers will serve the divorce papers at your sister’s apartment on Monday. Take your bags and leave.”
Patricia stared at him in disbelief, realizing she had lost her last remaining leverage. Without another word, she turned and hurried out the door into the freezing wind, Mason trailing silently behind her.
