“I did not do anything,” she shouted. “It was his idea.”
“We will discuss that at the station,” the officer replied indifferently.
They put handcuffs on Ethan. He turned to Emily. In his eyes, there was shock and incomprehension.
“Emily, what is happening? It is a mistake, right?”
“There is no mistake, Ethan. You wanted to rob me and take my son, but you miscalculated. It turns out I am not the foolish, credulous wife you thought I was.”
“But we are a family.”
“The family ended when you decided to cheat on me with Pamela. And especially when you started robbing defenseless elderly people.”
They took Ethan and Pamela out of the courtroom. Pamela was crying. Ethan walked in silence, his head bowed. The judge postponed the hearing until the circumstances were clarified.
“Congratulations,” Roth said, shaking Emily’s hand. “The first blow was a direct hit.”
“Thank you. But this is just the beginning. There is a lot of work ahead.”
Leaving the courthouse, Emily felt a strange peace. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And today, Ethan had tasted the first bite.