Marcus stood tall right in front of Brenda on the marble floor of the upper balcony landing.
His chest heaved with heavy breaths of pure anger as he looked down at his nervous wife.
Brenda pulled her oversized t-shirt tight around herself, trying to look small and defenseless in his eyes.
Brenda: Marcus, please listen to me! It was just a terrible, silly accident!
Marcus: An accident? You deliberately backed my daughter toward that dangerous open ledge!
Brenda: She was misbehaving and talking back to me while I was trying to clean up!
Marcus: She is a seven-year-old child holding her deceased mother's final memory cloth!
Brenda: You always take her side over mine! I am your wife now, Marcus!
Marcus snatched the pink knitted blanket roughly out of Brenda's trembling hands with a sharp motion.
He folded the soft blanket carefully and tucked it safely into his inner suit jacket pocket for protection.
Marcus: You became my wife to join this family, not to terrorize my innocent child!
Brenda: I was just trying to teach her some basic discipline around this big house!
Marcus: You put my daughter in physical danger inside our own home today, Brenda!
Brenda stepped forward and tried to place her thin hand softly on Marcus's dark suit sleeve.
Marcus slapped her hand away with a loud, forceful motion that made her stumble backward onto marble.
Marcus: Do not touch me! Do not ever touch me or my daughter ever again!
Brenda clutched her wrist in shock, her eyes wide with real fear as she backed further away.
She had never seen Marcus lose his calm, professional composure in all the months they had known each other.
Brenda: You cannot talk to me like this in front of the house staff, Marcus!
Marcus: I am calling my divorce lawyer and private security teams right this exact second!
He pulled his smartphone from his pocket with swift, controlled hands, dialing his family attorney immediately.
Brenda realized her comfortable lifestyle and monthly allowance were vanishing right before her very eyes today.
She pointed her finger angrily at Marcus, her voice turning shrill and full of bitter hatred now.
Brenda: You will regret this day, Marcus! You cannot kick me out without paying me millions!