Chapter 10 - The Cold Checkmate
"Claire, baby, look at me!" Garrett begged, tears of pure, humiliating panic streaming down his face. "I love you! I was just stressed! Don't let them take me! The cartel will kill me in prison!"
He lunged forward, desperately trying to grab her hands across the table.
Before his fingers could even graze her skin, the lead FBI agent violently tackled him. Garrett was slammed face-first onto the pristine white tablecloth. The heavy, unmistakable sound of steel handcuffs ratcheting tightly around his wrists echoed through the private dining room.
"Get him out of my sight," Claire ordered the agents.
They hauled Garrett to his feet. His tailored suit was ruined, his expensive watch scratched, and his dignity completely erased. Vivian was sobbing hysterically in the background as an agent led her out the heavy mahogany doors in handcuffs.
Garrett looked back at his wife one last time. The woman he thought was weak, naive, and submissive was staring back at him with the terrifying, absolute authority of a queen who had just successfully defended her empire.
"Claire, please! This isn't the end!" Garrett screamed as they dragged him toward the door.
Claire stared at him, her eyes completely devoid of mercy.
"I'm ending it," Claire said coldly.
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The doors slammed shut, swallowing the treacherous husband into ruin forever. She picked up her phone, completely free from the monsters who had tried to destroy her.
If you were Claire, would you have warned Garrett before calling the FBI, or did he deserve to lose absolutely everything?
