Chapter 6 - The Counter-Strike
Armed with Ethan’s evidence and the financial files her sister helped compile, Megan hired one of the top family law attorneys in the city the very next morning—a shark named Victoria Vance, known for dismantling unfaithful spouses in record time.
Victoria reviewed the files with a predatory smile. "Oh, honey, we have him completely cornered. Between the financial dissipation of marital assets for an affair, the documented public abuse, and the corporate fallout, he’s going to be fighting just to keep his car."
Within forty-eight hours, Ryan was legally served with divorce papers at his office. The papers demanded full primary custody of their daughter, exclusive temporary possession of the marital home, spousal support, and an immediate asset freeze on all joint and hidden accounts.
Ryan completely lost his mind. He showed up unannounced at Megan’s sister's house, pounding on the front door like a madman, screaming her name.
"Megan! Open the door! You can't do this to me! You're destroying our family!"
Inside, Megan stood by the living room window, watching him through the blinds. Her sister hovered anxiously nearby, holding a phone ready to call the police.
"Do you want me to call 911?" her sister whispered.
"Let him scream," Megan said calmly, her voice ice-cold. "Let the neighbors see. Let the police come. Every single outburst digs his grave deeper."
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Ten minutes later, the wail of police sirens echoed down the suburban street. Two local officers stepped out of their cruiser, approached Ryan, and placed him in handcuffs for violating a newly enacted temporary restraining order that prohibited him from coming within five hundred feet of Megan or the temporary residence.
As Ryan was shoved into the back of the patrol car, his face pressed against the glass, he caught sight of Megan standing calmly by the open window. For the first time, panic—real, unfiltered terror—shone in his eyes.
