Chapter 2 - THE FALL OF EMILY
The sting of the slap echoed through the grand wood-paneled hallway, leaving behind a suffocating silence.
Emily stumbled back against the polished wall, her black high heels slipping slightly on the slick marble floor.
She clutched her flushed right cheek, her reddish-brown ponytail disheveled as her cream white tailored pantsuit wrinkled under her trembling posture.
"You... you slapped me, Jonathan?" Emily gasped, her voice shaking with a dangerous mixture of shock and rage.
Jonathan stood unyielding in his charcoal grey suit, his black tie perfectly straight against his crisp white dress shirt.
His dark eyes narrowed into slits of pure ice as he stepped closer, towering over her crouching form.
"I watched you kick at a defenseless woman carrying my son," Jonathan said, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly quiet register.
Behind him, Maria stood frozen in her navy blue maid dress, her hands gently cradling the beige wrap sling holding the sleeping infant.
Through the hallway doorway, the framed US flag hung prominently, reflecting the dim ambient light of the luxury estate.
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"Get out of my house before I have the security team drag you off this property in handcuffs," Jonathan warned coldly.
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