Chapter 6
PART 6:
Carter opened another document.
“Additionally, the purchase of Ms. Kayla’s vehicle, the condo deposit, and personal luxury expenses made from restricted estate accounts are under review. You may be required to return those funds.”
Kayla stepped back.
“My vehicle?”
Scott turned red.
“It’s temporary.”
Carter gave him a flat look.
“It is evidence.”
The living room felt colder.
Avery stood.
Scott turned on her.
“You planned this.”
Avery looked at him, not with anger, but with exhaustion.
“No, Scott. You planned this. I just stopped protecting you from yourself.”
That hit harder than shouting would have.
Scott’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
For years, Avery had covered his late payments.
Softened his rude comments.
Apologized to people he offended.
And told herself marriage meant patience.
But patience was not the same as surrender.
Eleanor had known that.
Carter looked toward the doorway.
Two private security officers entered quietly.
Scott stared at them.
“What is this?”
“The trustee has requested that you leave the residence until the court reviews the breach,” Carter said. “You may collect personal clothing and essential items. Nothing belonging to the estate leaves this property.”
Kayla clutched her bag.
“This is insane.”
Avery finally looked at her.
“Kayla, the baby is innocent. Whatever happens next, I hope you make better choices than we did.”
Kayla flinched as if Avery had slapped her.
But Avery hadn’t raised her voice.
That was worse.
Scott tried one last time.
“Avery. Come on. We can talk.”
She almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was so late.
“You brought another woman into our home,” she said. “You put divorce papers in front of me like I was a maid you could fire. You told me to pack my things in the house where I held your grandmother’s hand while she was dying.”
Scott looked away.
Avery stepped closer.
“You didn’t lose this because of a clause. You lost it because Eleanor knew exactly who you were when money touched your hands.”
His face twisted.
For one second, the old Scott appeared.
Not kind.
Just scared.
“Avery, please.”
She shook her head.
“No drama.”
Then she picked up Eleanor’s robe from the chair, folded it carefully, and held it against her chest.
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“You can go.”
👉 Scott walked out with one suitcase and no keys — but the worst part of his collapse was only beginning.
