luxury mansion felt suffocating, despite the bright daylight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Vanessa: You are calling the police on your own wife? Have you lost your mind?
Mark: You threatened our son. You burned Maria. What else was I supposed to do?
Vanessa: I am the mother of your child! You cannot do this to me!
Maria: You are not his mother, Mrs. Vanessa. And you know it.
Mark: What do you mean by that, Maria?
Vanessa: Maria, shut your mouth right now if you value your life!
Mark: Speak, Maria. What do you know?
Maria: Check the drawer in the master study, Mr. Mark. The locked mahogany cabinet near the trust fund documents.
Mark: The trust fund cabinet? How do you know about that key?
Maria: She left her handbag open on the kitchen counter yesterday. I saw the DNA results from the clinic in city center.
Vanessa: That is confidential medical information! You broke the law by looking at my personal papers!
Mark: What DNA results, Vanessa? Noah is six months old! What DNA test did you run?
Vanessa: It was nothing! Just a routine screening for genetic conditions!
Maria: It was a maternity test, Mr. Mark. She wanted to prove Noah wasn't biological offspring so she could void the family trust clause.
Mark: You tried to invalidate our adoption?
Vanessa: We signed those adoption papers together, Mark, but I realized I can't raise another woman's child while you leave everything to him in your will!
Mark: Noah is my late sister's child! You knew that when we got married!
Vanessa: I thought I could handle it! But every time I look at him, I see your sister's face, and I know he gets the entire inheritance!
Mark: So you wanted to harm him? To get rid of the heir to the family estate?
Vanessa: I just wanted him out of the picture! If he was injured, we could place him in full-time care! You would focus on me again!
Mark: You are a monster, Vanessa.
Vanessa: I did it for us! For our future! If we have our own biological baby, that child gets nothing because of your sister's trust fund!
Mark: My sister died in a car crash to save Noah! That trust fund was set up by my parents specifically for her surviving child!
Maria: She knew about the life insurance payout too, Mr. Mark. I heard her talking to her divorce lawyer last week.
Mark: You spoke to a divorce lawyer? While playing the loving wife in my home?
Vanessa: Every woman protects her financial interests! You forced me into a strict prenup before we walked down the aisle!
Mark: The prenup was to protect Noah's future! And clearly, my instincts were right!
Vanessa: You never loved me! You just wanted a hostess for your luxury mansion and a stepmother for your dead sister's kid!
Mark: I loved you until ten minutes ago when I saw you hovering over my baby with a weapon!
Heavy footsteps echoed down the grand hallway outside the nursery doors.
Mark: That will be head of security. Don't even think about running, Vanessa.
Vanessa: You think your security guards can hold me? I have rights in this house!
Maria: The security cameras in the hallway were upgraded last month, Mrs. Vanessa. The footage streams directly to Mr. Mark's private server.
Vanessa's face drained of color as she stared at the small black dome lens near the ceiling tile.
Vanessa: The camera... in the hallway?
Maria: It captures the entire doorway of the nursery. It recorded you plugging in the iron in the guest bathroom and walking deliberately into this room.
Mark: It's over, Vanessa. You're never touching my son again.