Arthur walked sternly up the stairs, his face rigid with disappointment.
Victoria followed him slowly, her confident posture completely gone.
Elena carried the silver heirloom carefully and set it down on a velvet table.
She followed them into the home office to ensure the truth was known.
Arthur turned on the desk monitor and loaded the live security log.
He clicked on the camera feed that pointed directly at the second-floor landing.
The crisp high-definition video played clearly on the large computer screen.
It showed Victoria standing beside the pedestal after Arthur had left the house.
It clearly showed her looking around to see if the foyer was empty.
Then it captured her hands deliberately pushing the heavy cradle over the railing edge.
The camera captured Elena sliding across the floor to catch it in time.
Arthur stared at the screen, his chest heaving with silent, intense rage.
He slammed his hand down on the wooden desk, making Victoria jump back.
Arthur: How could you be so cruel and deceitful in my home?
Victoria: I hated that ugly old thing sitting up there every day!
Arthur: It belonged to my late mother, and you tried to destroy it!
Victoria: You care more about old junk than you care about me!
Arthur: I care about honesty and respect, two things you completely lack!
Arthur pointed his finger directly toward the open door of his office.
Arthur: Pack your personal bags and get out of my house immediately!
Victoria: You cannot just throw me out like this over an antique!
Arthur: I am calling my lawyer to file for divorce this afternoon.