Chapter 5 - The Eviction
By midnight, the grand charity gala had concluded, but the scandal was dominating every major news outlet and social media platform across the country.
Preston walked out of the Plaza Hotel under heavy guard, flanked by Mason’s private security team. His luxury vehicle had already been towed by federal marshals, his credit cards declined, and his personal phone deactivated.
He stood on the chilly Manhattan sidewalk, shivering in his tux as rain began to fall lightly over the city.
A sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb. The rear tinted window rolled down, revealing Eleanor sitting gracefully in the back seat, sipping warm tea from a porcelain cup.
Preston rushed to the door, grabbing the handle frantically. "Eleanor! Open the door! Let me explain! We can fix this! I love you!"
The door remained locked.
Eleanor looked out the window at him, her dark eyes filled with a terrifying, absolute clarity.
"Six years ago, Preston, I gave you my trust, my family's backing, and my heart," Eleanor said, her voice carrying over the sound of rain falling against the pavement. "You thought my silence over the last six months meant I was blind to your affair and your theft. You mistook my patience for weakness."
"I was stupid! I'm sorry!" Preston sobbed, banging his fists against the glass.
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"Tomorrow morning, my lawyers will file for an uncontested divorce," Eleanor continued smoothly. "The keys to the townhouse have been changed. Your personal belongings have been placed in a storage locker in New Jersey. The rent is paid for thirty days. After that, you are on your own."
The window rolled up slowly, blocking out his frantic pleas. The limousine pulled away into the rainy Manhattan night, leaving Preston standing alone in the dark with nothing to his name.
