Chapter 7 - The Trap is Sprung

Sarah and her mother, Miriam, sat in the opulent lobby of their attorney's office in downtown, sipping sparkling water and waiting for a strategy meeting. Sarah was checking the views on her video, smirking at the outpouring of public sympathy.
"You played it perfectly, darling," Miriam praised, patting her daughter's knee. "By the time we get to family court, a judge won't even grant him supervised visitation. You'll get the house, the alimony, everything."
"I just want to see the look on his face when he loses," Sarah sneered.
The glass doors of the law firm suddenly slid open.
It wasn't their attorney who walked in. It was Detective Harrison, followed by three uniformed officers. And behind them, standing with a cold, unwavering posture, was Daniel.
Sarah’s smirk vanished. She stood up immediately. "What is this? You can't be in here! Where is my daughter?!"
"She's safe," Daniel said, his voice echoing in the quiet lobby. "Which is more than I can say for you."
"Sarah Vance," Detective Harrison stepped forward, pulling a pair of metal handcuffs from her belt. "You are under arrest for felony child abuse, child endangerment, and filing a false police report."
Miriam gasped, clutching her pearls. "This is an outrage! My daughter is the victim here! She posted the video!"
Harrison turned a cold eye to the older woman. "Miriam Hayes, you are also under arrest as an accessory to felony child abuse."
"You have nothing on us!" Sarah shrieked, backing away as an officer grabbed her wrists. "It was a joke! A game! Everyone at the party knows it!"
Daniel stepped forward, holding up a small flash drive. "Actually, Sarah, someone at your party had a conscience. They sent us the unedited video. The one where you planned it. The one where you chained my daughter like an animal."
Sarah’s face drained of all color. The realization hit her like a freight train. Her perfect life, her reputation, her wealth—it was all evaporating in front of her eyes.
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"Daniel, please!" Sarah cried, the fake tears replaced by genuine panic as the cold steel clicked around her wrists. "I'm sorry! We can fix this!"
Daniel looked at her, feeling absolutely nothing but disgust. "You don't get to fix this. You just get to pay for it."