Her Wedding, My Husband novel Chapter 7

When Nathan spoke, Victoria's face mirrored the collective shock of our former classmates.

It suddenly dawned on them that they'd picked a fight with Manhattan royalty.

I shot them an ice-cold glare before turning to the officer. "Officer, these people have publicly assaulted me, destroyed my property, including a Basquiat worth hundreds of millions, and committed slander. I want to press full charges."

"Got it," the officer nodded professionally.

He efficiently rounded up everyone involved and escorted them to the precinct.

Before leaving, he advised me to bring all relevant documentation—authentication papers, purchase records from Sotheby's, and my medical report from the ER. He assured me everything would be properly documented.

After getting treated at NewYork-Presbyterian and collecting the necessary paperwork, I headed to the police station.

Inside, my once-arrogant classmates looked like hedge fund managers after a market crash.

Their earlier fawning over Victoria came from believing in Nathan's position as CEO of Global Prime Industries.

They'd assumed Victoria was about to become a power player's wife, which made them desperate to network with her.

Now they realized the quiet girl they'd dismissed was actually Upper East Side aristocracy.

The tables had turned, and they looked as comfortable as tourists in a five-star restaurant, completely out of their element.

Their glares at Victoria could've cut through diamonds.

She stood there shell-shocked, having just had her perfect world shattered.

Not only was she facing astronomical damages, but the irony was devastating.

Victoria had spent the day ranting about homewreckers, only to discover she was the other woman.

Her dream Plaza wedding had become a Page Six scandal, with her as the punchline.

The reality was crushing her designer-clad shoulders.

As the officers reviewed my documentation, they calculated the total damages caused by Victoria and her mob at $790 million.

The room filled with gasps as everyone turned pale.

"That's impossible! Even if she's not a mistress, nobody's that loaded!"

"Officer, she's scamming you!"

"We went to Dalton together; she was totally basic back then. No way she's that rich!"

"You should investigate where that money came from. Could be laundered!"

"Yeah, it must be some kind of fraud!"

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