She spits in your face.

Cindy spits in your face and screams "FUCK YOU!"
She pushes past you and runs back to the house. You don't chase her. What's the point? You've lost control of the situation. You sit down in the middle of the driveway and watch her enter the house. Minutes later she comes out towing Ashley, now dressed in a bathrobe, by the hand.

Ashley looks your way. In the light spilling from the house's open door you can see confusion and tears streaking her face. She mouths "daddy, why?" in your direction. Cindy tells her to just get in the car. She does and they squeal off.

You let out a sigh, get up and head into the house. Walking upstairs you plop down in front of the computer, open messenger, and fire off five words to the blackmailer: "It's over. Do your worst."

Picking up your mobile device you head down to the living room and sit on the couch. You send a text to your wife. "There's money in the wine cellar of the lake house. Have a good life. I really did love you once." After clicking send you delete the text.

You pick up the remote and turn on Comedy Central. You could use a good laugh.

47 minutes later the police arrive.

THE END