Chapter 5 - The Escalation
The kitchen erupted into absolute chaos.
Lorraine began screaming at the top of her lungs, waving the eviction papers wildly in the air. “This is illegal! You can’t evict us! We live here! My son is married to you!”
“I am divorcing your son, Lorraine,” I said coldly. “And since this property was purchased exclusively under my name before marriage, Daniel has zero ownership rights. You and Trevor are non-tenant trespassers.”
“You cold-hearted, vindictive bitch!” Trevor roared, leaping up from his chair, his face turning bright red. He lunged toward me, pointing a finger directly at my face. “You think you can just throw us out onto the street?! I’ll smash this whole place to pieces before I leave!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Trevor,” I replied, not backing down an inch. “Because while you were sleeping off your gaming session last night, my attorney submitted your IP logs, picked filing cabinet locks, and credit application files directly to the state financial crimes unit.”
Trevor froze mid-step, his eyes darting frantically to Daniel. “Daniel... what is she talking about?! Is the loan coming through or not?!”
Daniel pulled up his phone, frantically opening his banking app. His screen flashed bright red with an error notification: TRANSACTION REJECTED — CREDIT ACCOUNT FROZEN BY HOLDER.
“She froze it...” Daniel whispered, looking up at his family with a hollow, terrified expression. “She froze her credit. The loan was canceled.”
Lorraine gasped, grabbing her chest as if having a sudden medical episode. “My heart! Daniel, my heart! She’s trying to kill me!”
“Mom!” Daniel yelled, rushing to support her as she dramatically slumped into a kitchen chair. He glared at me with pure, unadulterated hatred. “Look at what you’re doing to my mother, Maya! Have you no shame?! She’s an old woman!”
“She’s a sixty-two-year-old woman who locked my food away and helped your brother steal my identity,” I snapped back. “You have forty-eight hours to clear every single piece of your family’s trash out of my house. If you are still here at 8:00 AM on Saturday, the sheriff’s department will remove you in handcuffs.”
I picked up my briefcase, turned the handle of the front door, and stepped out into the crisp morning air.
As I walked down the driveway toward my car, Trevor came charging out onto the porch, waving his phone in the air, screaming hysterically. “I’m posting the video, Maya! I’m posting the video of you smashing the lock! Everyone in this city is going to know what a crazy psycho you are!”
I unlocked my car door, turned around, and looked at him with a quiet smile.
May you like
“Please do, Trevor,” I called out smoothly. “Make sure you tag the local police department while you’re at it. They love video evidence of crime scenes.”
I got into my car, pulled out of the driveway, and left them screaming in the rearview mirror.
