Mark walked slowly over to the marble counter where the heavy glass pitcher rested.
His heavy footsteps echoed clearly across the silent luxury dining room.
Victoria watched his movements with growing panic in her nervous brown eyes.
"Mark, darling, please sit down so we can talk about this like adults," Victoria pleaded.
Mark did not say a single word as he reached out his right hand.
He gripped the cold handle of the thick crystal pitcher tightly in his fist.
He picked up the heavy pitcher and turned around to face Victoria directly.
"If there is nothing inside this juice, then you won't mind drinking a glass," Mark stated.
Victoria backed up until her heels hit the edge of the large glass window frame.
"I am not thirsty right now, Mark, stop acting so ridiculous!" she shouted wildly.
"You are trying to poison me, aren't you?" Mark asked with cold sharpness.
"You wanted to take my estate, my trust fund, and my home for yourself!"
Victoria’s arrogant composure cracked completely under his intense accusing gaze.
"You gave everything to your son and left me with nothing!" Victoria shrieked out loud.
"I deserved a share of this wealth after everything I sacrificed for you!"
Her sudden confession rang clearly through the bright and open luxury space.
Mark felt an intense surge of anger boil over deep inside his chest.
He could not tolerate anyone who threatened the safety of his innocent young child.
Without taking another second to hesitate, Mark lifted the heavy glass pitcher high.
He forcefully splashed the entire contents of the red juice straight toward Victoria.
The deep red liquid splashed across her face and soaked her pristine white dress completely.
Victoria let out a loud piercing shriek of absolute horror and humiliation.
The sticky red juice dripped down her expensive designer clothes onto the white floor.
She stood there drenched under the bright daylight, covering her wet face in shame.
The sweet scent of the spiked cranberry juice filled the warm air of the room.
Leo watched from behind his father as the evil stepmother stood completely ruined.
Mark lowered the empty crystal pitcher and placed it back onto the long table.
His broad shoulders remained steady as he pointed his finger directly toward the grand front door.
"You are a terrible person who tried to ruin this family for money," Mark said coldly.
Victoria gasped for air as she wiped the sticky red liquid away from her eyes.
"You will pay for this humiliation, Mark!" Victoria screamed through her wet tears.
"The only person paying for anything today is you," Mark replied without any fear.
p>He stepped back over to his son and pulled the frightened boy close again.
"Get out of my house right now before I call the police!" Mark ordered firmly.
Victoria looked at the heavy American flag on the wall, then back at her husband.
She realized her wicked plan had failed completely and her luxury life was over.