Chapter 7 - Handcuffs on the Ocean
Within ten minutes of the video call ending, heavy pounding echoed on the door of the honeymoon suite.
Ship security, acting under direct orders from the FBI and international maritime law enforcement, breached the room. Two large security officers immediately grabbed Ethan, hauling him up from the chair and snapping heavy steel handcuffs securely around his wrists.
"Ethan Vance, you are being detained under federal warrants for attempted murder, grand embezzlement, and corporate fraud," the head security officer announced sternly. "You will be confined to the ship's brig until we dock in Miami, where federal marshals will take you into custody."
Ethan thrashed against the guards, his handsome face bruised, tear-stained, and completely ruined.
"Maya! You can't do this! You're my wife! We took vows!" Ethan shrieked pathetically as he was dragged toward the door.
Maya stood perfectly still by the floor-to-ceiling ocean windows, the moonlight catching the triumphant calm in her eyes.
"My vows were to protect my family, Ethan," Maya replied with quiet, absolute dignity. "And I just did."
The doors slammed shut, leaving the suite in peaceful, serene silence.
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Maya picked up her champagne glass, walking out onto the private balcony. She took a deep breath of the salty ocean air, feeling the heavy burden of three years of anger and grief finally lift from her shoulders. She had delivered the monster to justice without firing a single shot.
👉 Continue to Part 10 for the heartwarming final conclusion.
