The polished white marble floor inside the Dallas estate living room reflected the bright natural daylight streaming through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows[cite: 1]. High above, framed American flag decor hung quietly on the pristine wall, overlooking a scene of sudden horror[cite: 1]. Shattered glass shards lay scattered across the black-and-white checkered rug where a tea table had been overturned[cite: 1].
Chloe lay flat on the checkered floor, clutching her swollen seven-month pregnant stomach in absolute agony[cite: 1]. Her fair skin was pale, and tears spilled down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath[cite: 1]. Her husband's sister, Evelyn, stood directly over her[cite: 1]. Evelyn wore a sleek, high-slit red satin dress, her face twisted in cold hatred[cite: 1].
Evelyn: You thought you could just waltz into our family mansion and take everything, didn't you?
Chloe: Evelyn... please... my belly... stop!
Evelyn: You're nothing but a nobody from out of state! You don't deserve this estate, and you certainly don't deserve my brother's money!
Evelyn raised her heel and brought it down hard, stepping onto Chloe's stomach with full force[cite: 1]. Chloe let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed off the high ceilings[cite: 1].
Chloe: AHHH! MY BABY! PLEASE GOD, NO!
Evelyn: Shut up! You trapped him with this child! Once you're gone, Marcus will finally see the truth!
The front double doors burst open with a heavy bang. Marcus rushed into the room, his black tuxedo unbuttoned at the collar, his eyes widening in total shock[cite: 1].
Marcus: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?![cite: 1]
Evelyn immediately yanked her foot off Chloe's stomach, stepping backward into the shattered glass[cite: 1]. Her expression transformed in a split second, tears instantly filling her eyes as she squeezed her face into a desperate, pathetic grimace[cite: 1].
Evelyn: MARCUS, SHE TRIED TO ATTACK ME![cite: 1]
She sprinted toward him, grabbing his tuxedo arm with trembling hands and pressing her face into his chest[cite: 1]. She let out loud, dramatic sobs that filled the quiet foyer[cite: 1].
Evelyn: I WAS JUST DEFENDING MYSELF! She threw the glass at me, Marcus! She went crazy![cite: 1]
Down on the checkered floor, Chloe's trembling hand reached out through the sharp glass pieces, her fingers brushing the cold marble as she gasped for air[cite: 1]. Marcus looked down at his wife, then turned his gaze toward Evelyn, his face turning into a mask of pure, boiling rage[cite: 1].