Chapter 2 - David Confronts Victoria After Catching His Daughter Clara
The heavy leather suitcases lay scattered across the pristine marble floor of the grand entrance foyer.
David’s chest heaved with raw, uncontainable rage as he kept seven-year-old Clara safely shielded behind his back.
Victoria stood near the base of the mahogany staircase, her posture rigid beneath the draped American flag.
“You crossed a line you can never come back from, Victoria,” David warned, his voice a lethal whisper.
Victoria’s immaculate blonde hair remained perfectly styled, though a bead of sweat slipped down her neck.
“You don't understand the pressures of managing this household while you were away traveling, David,” she sneered.
Clara clutched her father’s burnt-orange flannel shirt tightly, trembling against his side with wide, tear-filled eyes.
“She lied about Mommy... she said Mommy went away on a trip, but she locked her up!” Clara sobbed.
David looked down at his daughter, his heart shattering into a thousand jagged pieces of pure guilt.
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He slowly rose to his full height, locking his piercing eyes directly onto Victoria’s trembling form.
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