Brenda's fake smile completely vanished, replaced by a ugly, bitter sneer as she realized that her days of luxury and easy money were officially over. She knew she could no longer fool David with her fake charm or delicate act, so she dropped all pretense of being a loving wife. She scoffed loudly, smoothing down the front of her expensive silver dress, looking at David and the wet child with pure disdain. The bright daylight showed every harsh line on her face, revealing the true monster hiding behind her glamorous surface.
Brenda: You think you can talk to me like that? I am your legal wife! Half of this penthouse and half of your company belongs to me!
David: You will get nothing but a prison cell, Brenda! I saw what you did, and my security cameras record every single inch of this balcony!
Brenda froze instantly when David mentioned the high-definition security cameras mounted quietly under the roof overhang of the penthouse balcony. Her eyes darted upward toward the tiny black camera lens pointing directly at the pool area, recording everything in crystal clear four-k resolution. A cold knot of absolute panic formed in her stomach as she realized her violent act had been captured on video from start to finish. There was no way her high-priced defense attorneys could ever twist the truth or explain away clear video evidence of her shoving a child into the pool.
Brenda: David, please, let's talk about this inside! It was a mistake, I was stressed!
David: Get your hands off me! Touch me or my daughter again and I will make sure you spend the rest of your natural life behind bars!
Lily held onto her father even tighter, peeking out from behind his shoulder to look at the angry red-haired woman who had just tried to end her life. She saw her father standing tall and firm, a giant wall of safety protecting her from the cruel world, and her trembling slowly began to stop. David stood up slowly, keeping one strong arm wrapped tightly around his wet daughter while using his other hand to point aggressively toward the penthouse front door. His presence was overwhelming, filled with the undeniable power of a father defending his beloved child from a dangerous predator.
The penthouse elevator doors opened into the foyer, and two uniformed Dallas police officers rushed out into the living room, their heavy boots thudding against the floor tiles. The housekeeper pointed frantically toward the patio, leading the armed officers straight to the scene of the crime. Brenda backed away toward the edge of the living room, her face completely drained of color as she realized the authorities had arrived so quickly. She looked around the giant penthouse, realizing that her life of wealth, servants, and high fashion was crashing down around her ears in a single afternoon.