Chapter 6 - The Handcuffs FallCassandra grabbed Spencer’s arm, her face twisted in pure panic. "Spencer! What about my diamond necklace?! What about the condo in Miami you promised me?!"
"Shut up!" Spencer roared, shoving her away so hard she stumbled into a waiter's tray, spilling glasses of red wine all over her green emerald dress.
"You fraud!" Cassandra screamed, picking up a shoe and throwing it at him. "You told me you were a billionaire!"
Before Spencer could regain his balance, the heavy double doors of the ballroom opened once more.
Six uniformed officers from the Los Angeles Police Department, flanked by three federal agents from the FBI's Financial Crimes Division, marched down the center aisle straight toward the VIP table.
The lead detective, Detective Miller, pulled a heavy set of steel handcuffs from his belt.
"Spencer Albright?" Detective Miller announced, his voice stern and unyielding.
"This is a mistake!" Spencer pleaded, backing away until his back hit the table. "My wife is lying! She's framing me! Ask my mother!"
"We have warrants for both you and your mother, Mr. Albright," Detective Miller stated flatly. "You are under arrest for federal wire fraud, tax evasion, offshore money laundering, and grand larceny."
"What about child abuse?!" a sharp voice interrupted from the stage.
Gwen stepped down from the podium, walking slowly down the stage stairs until she stood just three feet from her husband.
She pulled a sealed manila folder from her assistant's hands and tossed it onto the table in front of the police officers.
"Forensic medical reports from the Children's Hospital," Gwen said coldly. "Assault and battery on a five-year-old child. Two teeth knocked out. Bruising on the face and neck. Witness statements from the estate staff."
Detective Miller glanced at the medical photos inside the folder, his jaw tightening in disgust. He turned back to Spencer, grabbing his right arm and twisting it forcefully behind his back.
CLICK.
The cold steel locked tight around Spencer's wrist.
"No! Get your hands off me!" Spencer screamed, struggling against the officer's iron grip. "Gwen! Please! I'm your husband! I'm Hazel's father! You can't do this to me!"
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Gwen leaned in close, her dark jade ring gleaming in the flashing lights of a hundred news cameras.
"You told me I had no career, no family, and nothing to my name, Spencer," she whispered softly, her words cutting through him like razor blades. "You were right about one thing. I don't have a husband anymore. I just have a prisoner."
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