Chapter 8 - Ruin of the Hartwell Empire
Following Savannah’s conviction, the final hammer fell on Preston Hartwell.
With Eleanor Vance-Cross leading the legal charge, the expedited divorce was officially granted by the court. Preston was stripped of all parental rights to Lily, and the court issued a permanent, lifetime protection order forbidding him from coming within one thousand yards of Emily or her daughter.
Furthermore, the judge ruled that due to Preston's extreme financial misconduct and bad-faith attempts to starve his pregnant wife, the prenuptial agreement he had forced me to sign was completely void.
Instead, the court ordered Preston to surrender fifty percent of his remaining liquid assets, his stake in the Hartwell family estate, and full ownership of his foundation’s charitable assets back to Emily’s nonprofit organization.
Two weeks after the trial, Preston was forced to file for Chapter 7 personal bankruptcy.
Hartwell Enterprises was dismantled piece by piece. Its commercial properties were auctioned off on the courthouse steps to pay back bank loans, and the majority of its prime real estate assets were bought for pennies on the dollar by Vance Global Holdings.
On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, Preston sat in a small coffee shop across the street from the former Hartwell Corporate Tower.
He watched as workmen on heavy cranes hoisted down the silver letters spelling out H-A-R-T-W-E-L-L from the top of the building, replacing them with a massive, shimmering gold crest: V-A-N-C-E M-E-D-I-C-A-L C-E-N-T-E-R.
His phone rang on the Formica table. It was his mother.
"Preston," she wept into the receiver. "The bank just seized the country club house. They said we have forty-eight hours to clear out our belongings. Where are we supposed to go?"
Preston stared at the gold letters being bolted onto the building across the street. His hands trembled as he tried to lift his cheap paper coffee cup to his lips.
"I don't know, Mom," Preston whispered, his voice completely hollowed out. "I don't know."
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