I paused, letting the waves crash against the Malibu shoreline in the background.
“The kind of woman who owns the roof over your head, the food in your stomach, and the very ground you stand on. And today, that woman is evicting you.”
A siren blared in the distance.
It started as a faint whine coming down the Pacific Coast Highway, growing louder and closer with every passing second.
Robert’s mother froze. Tiffany burst into hysterical tears, backing away toward the street, suddenly realizing that her grand wedding had bought her nothing but a mountain of someone else’s debt and a husband facing grand larceny charges.
“Robert, do something!” Tiffany shrieked, clutching her designer handbag—a bag bought with my credit card. “I can’t be stress-tested like this! The baby!”
“Shut up!” Robert snapped, his voice cracking as the red and blue lights began flashing through the palm trees at the end of the driveway. He looked back at the gate, then down at the phone. “Audrey… please. I love you. It was just a mistake. I was weak. She seduced me—Tiffany seduced me! My mother pushed me into it!”
