Everyone in the room applauded her, including Trevor, the man who had once sworn to protect and cherish me.
He was actually celebrating the fact that his own wife had been kicked out of her own bedroom and forced into a shed.
I did not cry because I had already cried enough during three years of a very disappointing marriage.
I had cried when Trevor quit his supposed business and started living entirely off my hard earned salary.
I cried when his mother called me a bossy woman just because I refused to pay for luxury vacations for his entire extended family.
I even cried when he told me I was a cold person simply because I would not let him take advantage of my professional connections.
I did not cry at all that night as I watched them from the shadows of the garden.
The villa featured a very sophisticated smart system that I had designed and installed myself.
It was not an ordinary house because every single function operated with private, encrypted access.
I controlled the locks, the security cameras, the lights, the climate control, and the heavy iron gates.
Trevor used to show off all the high technology to his friends, but he never understood that only I possessed the master control codes.
First, I used my laptop to remotely turn off the loud music that was echoing through the neighborhood.
I saw everyone in the living room looking around with confused faces as the silence suddenly filled the air.
Then I locked all the main doors and the electronic exits leading out to the garden.
Next, I lowered the temperature in the house until the powerful air conditioner started blowing freezing air into every single room.
It was not my intention to physically hurt them, but I wanted them to feel the same discomfort they tried to impose on me.
A few minutes later, I watched as Evelyn began to bang her fists against the thick glass of the terrace.
“Trevor, open this door right now because it is getting incredibly cold in here!” she screamed.
Trevor pulled on the heavy glass door with all of his strength, but it did not move even an inch.
He frantically touched the digital wall panel, but the screen only displayed a large red padlock icon.
Then I heard his voice change from confidence to a tone of pure desperation and fear.
“Allison, please open the door and stop playing these games with us!” he yelled toward the garden.
I ignored his pleas and kept working on my laptop as I accessed our financial records.
I logged into our joint bank account, which held almost three million pesos that I had deposited for household expenses.
I had also put money there for Trevor’s various projects that never actually existed beyond his imagination.
With a few quick clicks, I transferred every single cent into my private business account.
That money was legally protected by the prenuptial agreement he had signed while mocking me for being an insecure woman.
He had once told me that only insecure women think about divorce, and he had laughed while signing the papers.
Then I proceeded to block every single credit card and supplementary card associated with my name.
I blocked the gas cards and the luxury store cards until there was no credit left for them to use.
Inside the house, the sound of laughter had quickly turned into angry shouts and panicked whispers.
The young children were crying because of the cold, and the cousins were complaining about being trapped.
Evelyn was yelling at the top of her lungs that I was a crazy woman who belonged in an asylum.
At exactly three seventeen in the morning, I sent a heavily encrypted email to my personal lawyer.
I attached all the security camera footage from the night, the audio recordings of their insults, and photos of my clothes in trash bags.
