Chapter 2 - David Confronts Victoria About The Six-Year Lie
The broken shards of crystal champagne glass crunched softly beneath David’s leather shoes as he advanced toward Victoria.
His eyes were locked onto her terrified face, stripped of any warmth or affection he had ever shown her.
“You told me she died in that car crash, Victoria,” David said, his voice dangerously low and steady.
Victoria pressed her back against the velvet drapery, her chest heaving as she fought to maintain her composure.
“David, you’re letting a rogue maid and some random child manipulate your emotional state,” Victoria stammered defensively.
“He has my eyes, Victoria, and he has the exact same scar I got when I was five,” David retorted.
The elite guests whispered frantically among themselves, pulling out their phones to record every single second of the spectacle.
Victoria raised a trembling hand, attempting to touch David’s lapel the way she had done for the past six years.
“Please, trust me, I would never lie to you about something like this,” Victoria whispered with fake tears.
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David stepped back sharply, rejecting her touch as if her skin were burning hot iron.
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