Chapter 16 - The Arrest
The federal agents forcefully pinned Richard to the carpet, loudly reading him his Miranda rights.
I watched him thrash and cry uncontrollably, a pathetic, broken shell of the arrogant man who had slapped me in a restaurant just weeks ago.
He looked up at me from the floor, his tear-filled eyes pleading for a mercy he had never once shown me.
“Sarah, please help me! I am the father of your child!” he begged pathetically, coughing up blood.
I walked over to him, looking down at his groveling, miserable form with absolute disgust.
“My beautiful daughter has no father,” I stated firmly, ensuring he heard every word.
“And you have absolutely no family left.”
I turned my back on him entirely and walked out of the boardroom without a single backward glance.
The pathetic sound of his desperate, loud sobbing faded away as the elevator doors safely closed.
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I leaned against the cool metal of the elevator wall, finally letting out a long, shuddering breath of profound relief.
It was finally over, and I had successfully survived the nightmare.
