all HERS!“]
Chapter 8
The truth hit Ashley and the other parents like a physical blow. Horror spread across their faces as they realized what they’d done.
I turned to the officer, my voice arctic. “I need to get my daughter’s Injuries treated. But I want everyone involved charged to the fullest extent of the law.”
“We’ll handle it,” he assured me, already directing his team to take the perpetrators into custody.
Before I left, he advised me to collect all documentation–medical reports, purchase receipts for the damaged items, and photo evidence. They’d need everything for the charges.]
After getting Emma’s wound properly treated and the wire removed at Mount Sinal, I left her with our longtime nanny and headed to the precinct, files in hand
The scene at the station was a far cry from the schoolyard drama. The once proud parents sat deflated in the harsh fluorescent light.
Their entire worldview had shattered. They’d played up to Ashley thinking she was Mrs. Walker, CEO’s wife, their ticket to
the upper echelon.
How quickly they’d groveled, desperate to curry favor with what they thought was power.
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Now their “queen bee had been exposed as the very thing they despised a mistress. And 1, the woman they’d attacked and humiliated, turned out to be the real Mrs. Walker.]
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The irony made them sick. They couldn’t even look at Ashley now.
She sat alone, a broken woman. The day’s events had destroyed her carefully constructed reality.
The financial ruin facing her wasn’t even the worst part.]
She’d come to that school ready to destroy a homewrecker, proudly proclaiming her hatred for mistresses.
Only to discover she was the mistress all along.
And Tyler, her precious son whom she’d proclaimed the true heir, was now by her own definition an illegitimate child.
The truth was a bitter pill she couldn’t swallow.
The officer reviewed my documentation carefully, tallying the damages. When he announced the total $910 million–the
room went dead silent.
Then the denials started.]
“That’s impossible! No one has that kind of money!
“Officer, this has to be some kind of scam!”
“Where would a woman get assets like that? You need to investigate herr
“She must be running some kind of cont“]
They were still trying to discredit me, unable to accept the reality of their situation.
The officer just shook his head.[]
“We’ve verified everything. She’s the heiress to one of America’s largest fortunes. Her wealth is beyond anything you can imagine. She chose to live humbly, and you mistook that humility for weakness.”
His words hit them like sledgehammers.
“The damages alone carry serious fall time. Instead of questioning her wealth, you should be figuring out how to pay restitution. And she’s made it clear no deals.”
The number – $940 million–hung in the air like a guillotine blade.]
Unable to face the consequences, they started bargaining.
“Come on, you’re loaded! Why punish us like this?”
“This is all just a misunderstanding! We can work something out!”
“So we broke some stuff and got a little rough. You’re the richest woman in New York–why be so vindictive?
“Look, you’re not even badly hurt. Can’t you just let this go?”
The entitled arrogance in their voices was staggering. As if destroying nearly a billion dollars in property and assaulting someone in broad daylight were minor indiscretions to be waved away
Perhaps they thought my wealth meant I should just absorb the loss. Take the abuse and
Stulle.
I met their pleading eyes with a cold smile. “You were so brave earlier, weren’t you? Smashing my car, destroying my art. throwing punches?“]||
“What happened to that confidence? Big enough to destroy property but too small to pay for it?”
“You had plenty to say while you were kicking me. Why so quiet now?”
These sanctimonious parents had convinced themselves they were defending marriage, standing up for wronged wives everywhere.[]
In reality, they were just social climbers, desperately trying to attach themselves to perceived power
If they’d only damaged property, perhaps we could have discussed alternatives.
But they crossed an unforgivable line. They hurt my daughter.]
Emma is my red line. Touch her, and all mercy vanishes.
I would make them pay. Every last cent.[]
