“Oh, it is,” Emily replied, her voice steady and calm. “You see, Richard, while you were busy undermining me and flaunting your disrespect, I was ensuring my independence and security. This villa, our home, has always been mine.”

Michael moved to his mother’s side, a silent show of support. “So, Dad,” he said, a newfound confidence in his voice, “maybe you should be the one leaving if you can’t respect Mom and what she’s built.”

Vanessa, sensing the tides turning, shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes darted from Richard to Emily, unsure of her place in this new reality. The allure of a luxurious lifestyle had just evaporated with a few sheets of paper.

Emily turned to Vanessa, her expression softened by empathy rather than animosity. “Vanessa, I think it’s time for you to go. You’re young and you deserve better than being part of this mess.”

Vanessa hesitated, casting a glance at Richard, who was still reeling from the shock. Then, without a word, she turned and walked out, her footsteps echoing through the villa’s grand hallway.