The fire in the pit slowly burned down to soft gray ashes.
Sarah remained on her knees, staring blankly at the burnt metal frame.
Mark stepped over the ruined birthday cake and stood above her.
Mark: Get up off the ground right now, Sarah.
Sarah: Mark, honey, I can explain everything to you, please!
Mark: Do not call me honey ever again.
Sarah: She set me up! Evelyn tricked me into taking those papers!
Evelyn: I did not force you to go into my bedroom, Sarah.
Evelyn: I did not force you to ruin a little child's birthday cake.
Mark pulled out his phone from his dark polo shirt pocket.
He dialed three numbers quickly and held the phone to his ear.
Sarah: Who are you calling, Mark? Please talk to me!
Mark: I am calling the police and my divorce lawyer immediately.
Sarah scrambled up from the ground, her white dress covered in dirt.
Sarah: You cannot divorce me! We signed a prenup agreement!
Evelyn: The prenup that says you get nothing if you steal?
Sarah froze in her tracks, her face turning completely white.
Evelyn: I am a retired legal secretary, Sarah.
Evelyn: I had my lawyer put that clause in your marriage contract.
Mark spoke clearly into his phone, reporting the theft and family trouble.
Within fifteen minutes, a police cruiser pulled into the driveway.
Two officers walked around the beige house to the backyard patio.
Evelyn handed the officers a copy of her security camera footage.
The camera mounted on the roof had captured everything clearly.
It showed Sarah purposely dumping the cake onto the floor.
It also showed her sneaking out of Evelyn's room earlier that day.
Police Officer: Ma'am, you need to come with us to the station.
Sarah: This is a mistake! My husband is making a huge mistake!
The officers placed handcuffs around Sarah's wrists gently.
They led her away down the stone driveway toward the police car.
The guests watched in silent satisfaction as justice was served.
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