Her Husband Tried to Declare Her Brain-Damaged After a Car Crash — Until She Rolled Her Wheelchair into His Board Meeting

"I didn't know!" Vanessa screamed hysterically, violently shoving Grant away from her. "I swear to God, I didn't know he cut the brakes! He told me she was sick!"

"Shut up, Vanessa!" Grant roared, his dark suit wrinkling as he desperately looked for a way to escape the glass room.

But there was no escape.

Four heavily armed, uniformed police officers and two federal detectives marched directly into the boardroom. They didn't look at the confused executives. They marched straight toward the sweating, terrified husband.

"Grant Mercer," the lead detective barked loudly, his hand resting firmly on his utility belt. "You are under arrest for attempted murder in the first degree, massive corporate fraud, and conspiracy."

Grant let out a horrific, high-pitched shriek of pure terror.

"No! Natalie, please!" Grant wailed hysterically, thrashing wildly as two massive officers forcefully grabbed his arms, twisting them painfully behind his back. "I made a mistake! I panicked! I love you!"

"You love my money," Natalie replied coldly, staring directly into his panicking eyes. "Enjoy federal prison."

The heavy steel handcuffs snapped loudly around Grant’s wrists, completely stripping him of his freedom, his pride, and his fake billionaire status.

The officers didn't spare Vanessa, either. They aggressively grabbed the screaming mistress, arresting her as a primary accomplice to the massive financial fraud plot. The executives watched in total, undeniable disgrace as the cruel, arrogant couple was forcefully dragged backward out of the high-rise building, completely humiliated.