“Chadworth, what is wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that? I am your fiancée! I am trying to help you raise your daughters properly!”
“You had no idea that I installed upgraded private security cameras throughout the entire house three months ago, did you?” Chadworth asked coldly.
Sabina’s jaw dropped slightly.
“What?”
“There are over thirty hidden high-definition cameras installed across this estate,” Chadworth explained, stepping closer until Sabina was backed up against the edge of a tall display table. “I never left for the airport today, Sabina. I walked back into this house forty-five minutes ago and sat in the security control room. I watched every single movement on those screens, and I heard every terrible word you spoke to my children and to Rosamund. I saw you throw Gemma’s toy, and I heard you threaten to ruin an innocent woman’s life with false police reports.”
The remaining color drained completely from Sabina’s face as her phone slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the floor.
“Chadworth… please let me explain…” she gasped out, panic taking over her voice. “It is not what it looks like! I was just feeling overwhelmed! The girls were being disobedient, and I was simply trying to establish clear rules! A mother has to establish discipline—”
“You are not their mother!” Chadworth roared, his voice thunderous enough to shake the living room fixtures, causing Sabina to jump back in absolute terror. “You will never be their mother! You are a cruel, calculating fraud who lied to me, tormented helpless children, and tried to destroy my home!”
Sabina began to shake violently, real tears of terror pouring down her face as her polished facade crumbled completely.
“Chadworth, please! I love you! I love the girls! I made a huge mistake, I was just stressed about our upcoming wedding—”
“Be quiet,” Chadworth commanded coldly.
He raised his left wrist and spoke directly into his communication watch.
“Barnaby, bring them in now.”
Within seconds, the heavy double doors of the foyer swung open.
Barnaby entered the room, accompanied by two uniformed state police officers and a woman wearing a tailored navy suit carrying a dark leather briefcase, Chadworth’s chief legal representative, Theresa Fairchild.
Sabina gasped out loud, stumbling backward against the wall.
“Police? Why are there police officers inside this house?!”
“Because this is no longer a private matter,” Chadworth stated plainly.
