Chapter 2 - THE RED LENS ON CEILING
Victoria stood frozen on the black-and-white checkered marble floor, her burgundy red silk halter gown pulling tight against her chest.
Her fake smile completely dissolved as Carter’s cold voice echoed off the high walls of the luxury foyer.
Above them, the white dome security camera mounted on the ceiling continued its steady laser scan, its red recording indicator light blinking rhythmically in the dim lighting.
"You thought you could kick her in my own home and lie to my face?" Carter whispered, his dark eyes ablaze with icy fury.
Without giving Victoria another glance, Carter knelt beside Lily, gently cradling her soft pale cheek in his hands.
Lily lay motionless in her pastel pink silk slip dress, her long blonde hair spilling across the cold marble tiles.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," Carter murmured softly, his thumb carefully brushing away a stray tear from her eyelid.
"Carter, baby, listen to me! She slipped and fell, I was just trying to help her up!" Victoria shrieked, her voice cracking with frantic desperation.
"The police are already on their way, Victoria," Carter stated coldly, never taking his eyes off his unconscious wife.
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Beside them, framed prominently on the luxury foyer wall, the American flag stood as a silent witness to the sudden downfall of Manhattan's favorite socialite.
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