Mark stared intensely at the small digital tablet screen on the wall.
The wide-angle video showed the entire foyer clearly in sharp resolution.
He saw Elena working quietly down on her knees near the low cabinet.
He saw Victoria walking gracefully down the stairs toward the antique table.
The video clearly showed Victoria looking left and right to check the area.
She then extended her hand and deliberately pushed the heavy vase off.
The video captured the exact moment the vase fell and shattered on tiles.
It showed Victoria instantly screaming and pointing her finger at poor Elena.
Mark watched the playback twice to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him.
A low wave of intense rage washed over his entire body instantly.
His jaw clenched tightly and his teeth bared in deep disgust and anger.
He turned away from the screen and looked straight at his nervous wife.
Victoria shrank back against the white wall as Mark approached her rapidly.
Her golden silk dress rustled as her knees trembled with rising fear.
Mark: You did this on purpose to ruin an innocent girl's life!
Victoria: Mark, please, I can explain everything to you right now!
Mark: How could you lie to my face about my mother's precious memory?
Victoria: I just wanted that maid out of our house for good!
Mark: You tried to frame her and destroy her honest reputation forever!
Victoria tripped backward over her own dress and fell onto the floor.
She slid against the smooth marble while looking up at him in terror.
Mark towered over her with a fierce expression of utter betrayal and anger.
Elena stood near the cabinet with her hand resting on her racing heart.
She felt a sudden wave of deep relief wash over her entire spirit.
The truth was out and no one could blame her for the damage anymore.
Mark lowered his voice into a dangerous and quiet tone of pure coldness.
Mark: How many other times have you lied and hurt people in this house?
Victoria: It was a mistake, Mark, I swear I will pay for the vase!
Mark: This is not about the money, Victoria, this is about your cruel heart.
He stepped back from her and looked toward Elena with sincere eyes.
The dark shadow of anger left his face as he looked at the maid.
He felt terrible for ever doubting the honest young woman in his home.