Mark carried Clara over to the soft leather couch near the large fireplace.
He pulled a warm blanket over her shoulders and kissed her trembling forehead.
Mark: Rest now, my sweet Clara. No one will ever hurt you again.
Clara: Thank you, Mark. I missed you so much.
Mark stood up and turned around to face Victoria with total authority.
He pulled out his phone and dialed the head of estate security immediately.
Mark: Send four guards to the main foyer right now.
Victoria: Mark, we are family! You cannot do this to your own stepbrother's sister!
Mark: You are no family of mine after what you did today.
Mark: You abused my pregnant wife and posted her suffering online for clout.
Two security guards walked through the front entrance in neat black uniforms.
Mark: Escort this woman off my property immediately.
Mark: Pack her bags and revoke her security access code to all properties.
Victoria: You cannot kick me out! My name is on the guest registry!
Mark: This estate belongs solely to me and my lawful wife Clara.
The guards firmly took Victoria by her arms and led her toward the front doors.
She cried out in anger, but no one in the mansion stepped in to help her.
The grand oak doors slammed shut behind her, leaving total quiet in the hall.
Mark walked back to Clara and sat down closely beside her on the couch.
He took her warm hand into his and placed his palm on her stomach.
Mark: Tomorrow, the whole world will know that you are the lady of this house.
Clara leaned her head against his broad shoulder and smiled through her remaining tears.
She knew that her life was finally safe and filled with love again.