Chapter 7 - The Camera He Missed
After Harrison stopped Wyatt’s raised hand, the three of them stood around the breakfast table.
Wyatt looked from the folder to his father.
“You can’t throw me out.”
Harrison removed his hand from Wyatt’s wrist.
“I can remove someone who assaulted my wife.”
“She assaulted me first.”
Leona almost spoke.
Harrison stopped her with a glance.
Not because he doubted her.
Because he wanted Wyatt to continue.
“You’re saying your mother hit you?”
“She came at me with the camera.”
“And then?”
“I defended myself.”
Harrison reached toward the papers.
Wyatt’s eyes followed his hand.
Instead of opening the folder, Harrison picked up his phone.
He tapped the screen.
Audio filled the dining room.
Wyatt’s voice.
“You made me do that.”
Then Leona’s answer.
“No.”
Then Wyatt again.
“Say you understand.”
Wyatt went still.
“That recording is illegal.”
“It was recorded inside our kitchen by the security system you installed last year,” Harrison said.
Wyatt’s mouth opened.
He had replaced the visible camera.
He had forgotten about the audio sensor built into the smart alarm panel.
Harrison played another clip.
Wyatt and Tara discussing the home-equity line.
Then another.
Wyatt admitting he had taken the mortgage documents.
Then another.
Tara asking what would happen if Leona refused.
Wyatt’s recorded answer came through clearly.
“She won’t. I know how to handle her.”
The arrogance drained from his face.
“You were spying on me.”
“No,” Leona said. “We were surviving you.”
Wyatt pointed toward her.
“She manipulated the recordings.”
Harrison stood.
“You hit your mother.”
“She kept threatening me.”
“You hit her.”
“She ruined everything!”
Harrison’s hand tightened around the back of his chair.
But his voice remained quiet.
“You ruined everything.”
Wyatt looked toward the hallway.
He was measuring the distance to the stairs.
Perhaps thinking about the documents in the locked office.
Perhaps thinking about Tara.
Perhaps thinking about escape.
Harrison anticipated it.
“The office has already been secured.”
Wyatt’s eyes snapped back.
“You went into my room?”
“My room,” Harrison replied. “My house.”
Wyatt lunged toward the brown folder.
Harrison placed one palm over it.
“Don’t.”
The command stopped him.
Leona pulled the folder closer.
The official seal remained partly visible.
Wyatt stared at it.
“What did you file?”
Leona looked at Harrison.
Harrison nodded.
She broke the seal.
Inside was the first court order Wyatt had ever seen with his full legal name on it.
But it was not the protective order he expected.
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It was far worse.
👉 The order did not merely remove Wyatt from the house—it connected him to a financial crime carrying consequences he had never imagined.
