The marble foyer of the Ashford Estate was filled with silence.
Golden chandeliers reflected across the polished black-and-white checkered floor as expensive artwork decorated every wall.
Near the center of the room lay a pregnant woman, struggling to breathe.
She held her stomach tightly, unable to stand.
Standing over her was a woman dressed in a luxurious red evening gown.
Instead of helping, she simply stared down with cold eyes.
At that exact moment, the massive double doors swung open.
A man in a black suit stepped inside.
The moment he saw the pregnant woman on the floor, his expression changed completely.
He rushed forward.
The woman in red quickly placed a hand against her chest, pretending to be frightened.
"Darling... she threw herself on the floor..."
Her voice trembled as she desperately tried to sound believable.
For a brief second, the mansion fell silent.
The man looked from the injured woman to the red-dressed guest.
Then he noticed something that made his blood boil.
One of her feet was still pressing against the pregnant woman's side.
His voice exploded through the foyer.
"Take your foot off her, now!"
Everyone nearby froze.
The woman stepped back in panic.
But it was already too late.