Clara turned her smartphone screen directly toward Julian's pale face.
She hit the play button on a fresh video recording sitting in her camera roll.
The screen displayed a high-definition video taken from behind a velvet curtain.
It clearly showed the private dressing room set up for the bride upstairs.
In the video, Victoria was standing near the vanity mirror with a small vial.
She was carefully pouring a clear liquid directly into Julian's designated champagne glass.
Her face in the video wore a cold, calculated smile as she stirred it.
The audio on the recording picked up her soft voice speaking to someone on speakerphone.
Victoria's Voice on Phone: Once he drinks this, the heart illness will look totally natural.
Victoria's Voice on Phone: The entire estate and inheritance will pass directly to me next week.
Julian's face went completely white as the harsh words played loudly from the speaker.
He stared at the crisp screen video in absolute, paralyzing horror and disbelief.
Victoria froze in place, her eyes widening into large circles of pure panic.
Julian: Is... is this video real, Victoria?
Victoria: No! It is an AI deepfake created to ruin my reputation!
Victoria: Julian, you cannot believe a maid over your own future wife!
Clara: Look at the timestamp and the reflection in the vanity glass, Mr. Vance.
Julian stepped closer to the phone, studying every single detail on the screen.
The timestamp showed the video was recorded less than fifteen minutes ago.
In the corner of the video frame, Victoria's custom engagement ring sparkled brightly.
The unique diamond design was undeniable and impossible to fake in minutes.
Julian turned his head slowly to face the woman he almost married today.
The love in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by cold, hard reality.
Julian: You were going to poison me on our wedding day for money?
Victoria: Julian, please listen to me, I was forced into this by debt!
Victoria: My family is broke, we needed the trust fund money immediately!
Julian: You are a monster disguised in a beautiful white silk gown.
Julian reached into his jacket and pulled out his own personal phone.
He dialed three simple digits while looking directly into Victoria's tearful eyes.
Julian: Security, block all gates and call the local police department right now.