By 7:00 a.m., Victor sent another message:
“You think this is funny? I’ll ruin you when I come back.”
I replied with just two words:
“Try me.”
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By 9:30 a.m., the news started spreading.
A friend of mine who worked at the airport sent me a video. Victor and Olivia were surrounded by federal agents right at the security checkpoint. Olivia was crying, still wearing my diamond tennis bracelet. Victor looked pale, shouting something about “this is a misunderstanding.”
I saved the video.
At 10:15 a.m., Victor’s mother called me, sobbing.
“Claire, please! They’re taking my son away! What did you do?!”
I answered calmly.
“What I should have done a long time ago, Mother. I protected myself and everything I built.”
She screamed at me, calling me heartless. I hung up.
By noon, Olivia’s parents had also contacted me. They were shocked. Their “innocent” daughter was now being questioned as an accomplice in financial fraud.
