Mark felt a wave of hot anger rush through his entire body as he stood in the doorway.
He looked back down at Sarah, who was curling herself into a small ball on the marble floor.
She was shaking so hard that the water in her plastic bucket began to ripple.
Mark took three quick steps toward his wife and knelt down right beside her on the floor.
He completely ignored his clean navy coat touching the wet soapy tiles beneath him.
Mark gently placed his warm hand over Sarah's cold trembling fingers.
Mark: Look at me Sarah, please tell me what happened here.
Sarah: She told me you lost all your money and filed for a messy divorce lawyer.
Mark: What are you talking about, that is a complete lie!
Sarah: She said I had to work as a servant to pay for my place to live here.
Mark looked up from the floor with eyes filled with burning fury.
Victoria stood at the bottom of the staircase, taking a slow sip from her wine glass.
Her face showed no guilt or regret as she looked down at the married couple.
She raised her chin higher and tossed her dark hair behind her shoulder.
Victoria: Do not look at me like that Mark, she was ruining your reputation anyway.
Mark: You lied to my pregnant wife and forced her into hard labor!
Victoria: A man of your wealth and status needs a real woman by his side.
Mark pulled his smartphone out of his dark coat pocket with a shaking hand.
He tapped the screen quickly to open the security camera application for the mansion.
The live video feed showed multiple recorded clips from the past seven days.
Mark swiped his thumb across the screen as his face turned pale with horror.
Video after video showed Victoria yelling commands at Sarah throughout the big house.
There was footage of Sarah carrying heavy buckets of water up the grand stairs while exhausted.
There was video of Victoria locking the pantry doors so Sarah could not get food.
Mark saw his wife sitting on the cold kitchen floor late at night eating scraps of bread.
Every single clip was a heart-breaking testament to cruel bullying inside his own home.
Mark gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned completely white.
The silence in the grand foyer was so heavy that only Sarah's soft crying could be heard.
Victoria noticed the glowing screen in Mark's hand and her confident expression finally flickered.
She shifted her balance from one high heel to the other on the shiny marble floor.
Victoria: Mark, those camera recordings do not tell the whole story at all.
Mark: I am looking at the video proof right now in front of your face!
Victoria: I was only trying to teach her how to take care of a mansion!
Mark: You are a complete monster for doing this to a pregnant woman!
Mark stood up slowly from the floor, his entire frame tense with righteous fury.
Sarah reached out weakly and caught the edge of his navy coat sleeve.
Sarah: Mark, please do not get into a terrible fight with her.
Mark: Nobody hurts my family inside my home and gets away with it!