Chapter 2 - The Eviction of Illusion
Accompanied by two uniformed Miami police officers, Skylar returned to her Edgewater apartment later that afternoon. Derek and Suzanne were scheduled to arrive soon, expecting a broken, weeping wife ready to hand over her bank accounts on a silver platter. Instead, they walked into a whirlwind of calculated precision.
With the officers standing guard in the hallway, Skylar packed with swift, emotionless efficiency. She boxed up her clothes, her computer, her external hard drives, her grandmother’s precious jewelry, and every single legal deed to the apartment that bore her name alone. She even packed the blue dinnerware set she had purchased with her very first paycheck, stripping the apartment of any physical trace of her generosity.
The officers watched respectfully, helping her load the last cardboard box into the trunk of her car. Before stepping away, Skylar walked back into the silent dining room. She pulled two items from her purse and laid them side by side in the exact center of the table.
First, a crisp, official copy of the police report detailing the assault and medical documentation of her facial burns.
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Second, her heavy gold wedding ring—the symbol of seven years she had wasted on a man who viewed her as an ATM.
She climbed into her car, started the engine, and drove away without shedding a single tear. The chapter of her life as a victim was officially closed. Now, it was time for Derek to discover what life looked like when the foundation beneath his feet completely vanished.
