Victoria let out a sharp gasp, sinking onto the stairs as her phone chimed loudly with a series of bank notification alerts[cite: 1].
Victoria: My cards... my cards are all declined!
Julian: You didn't marry me, Victoria. You married my bank account. And that account is closed to you forever.
Victoria: How am I supposed to live?! I gave up my apartment in Manhattan to move in here with you!
Julian: You can go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.
Elena: Julian, I'm going upstairs to change out of this uniform.
Julian: Go ahead, Elena. Take as much time as you need. I'll make sure she is gone before you come back down.
Elena gave Victoria one last look of cold disdain before turning and walking up the wide marble staircase[cite: 1].
Victoria: Julian, please... look at me! I love you!
Julian: You love the luxury cars, the private jets, and the social status. You never cared about me or my family.
Victoria: That's not true! I loved our life together!
Julian: You loved flexing your power over helpless people. Well, the party is officially over.
Julian walked over to the main intercom system on the foyer wall and pressed the button for the estate gatehouse.
Julian: Security, this is Julian Sterling. Send two guards to the main house immediately.
Security Guard: Right away, Mr. Sterling. We're on our way.
Victoria: You're calling security on your own wife?!
Julian: You have ten minutes to gather your personal belongings. Whatever you didn't bring into this marriage stays here.
Victoria: My designer bags! The jewelry you bought me for our wedding!
Julian: Purchased with my money. Read section eight of the prenup, Victoria. Any assets bought during the marriage remain estate property in the event of an annulment or fault-based divorce[cite: 1].
Victoria: You trapped me! You planned this whole thing!
Julian: No, Victoria. My lawyer insisted on that clause to protect me from gold-diggers. I prayed I would never have to use it. But you proved him completely right.