Mark stepped past Victoria's outstretched hand, ignoring her completely as he moved toward the center of the marble room. Victoria looked up, confusion mixing with her fake tears as she realized Mark was not reaching down to help her up. Instead, Mark stood over her, his hands clenched into tight fists and his breathing heavy with rage.
Mark: Get up off the floor right now, Victoria.
Victoria: Mark, sweetie, please listen to me! She is lying! She beat me up!
Mark: I saw everything on the security cameras before I walked through that door!
Victoria froze, her face instantly turning pale as snow. The fake tears dried up in an instant, replaced by genuine terror as she realized her cruel secret was fully exposed. Mark stepped forward, his heavy dress shoes clicking against the marble floor. As Victoria tried to push herself up into a sitting position, Mark swung his arm and slapped her across the face with a deep, loud impact that knocked her right back down to the ground.
Victoria: Ah! Mark, please! I was just playing with him! It was just a game!
Mark: You call hurting a terrified two-year-old child a game? You are an absolute disgrace!
Mark leaned down, pointing his finger menacingly inches from Victoria's pale, trembling face. His voice boomed through the high-ceilinged mansion hall like thunder, shaking the very walls of the estate.
Mark: You touch my son again and you're dead! Do you hear me? You are dead!
Victoria trembled on the cold floor, unable to meet Mark's blazing eyes. The powerful billionaire who was always calm, soft-spoken, and gentle was now a protective father ready to destroy anyone who harmed his flesh and blood. Mark pulled back, taking a deep breath to regain a small shred of control over his wild emotions.
Mark: The engagement is over. You will leave this house right now, without taking a single piece of jewelry I bought you. If I ever see your face near my family again, I will hire every lawyer in this country to put you behind bars for child abuse!
Victoria realized there was no way out of the trap she created for herself. She scrambled to her feet, her expensive beige gown torn and messy, her face red from the slaps she rich deserved. She grabbed her handbag from the side table and ran out the front doors, sobbing in genuine humiliation as the heavy doors slammed shut behind her forever.
The loud echo of the closing door left the grand hall in absolute silence. The high-stakes drama that had just unfolded left the room heavy with emotion. Mark turned away from the door, his eyes falling upon the maid who stood near the grand American flag, holding his young child in her arms. All the rage in Mark's heart melted away into deep, overwhelming gratitude and shame for ever trusting the wrong woman.