Chapter 3 - The Camera That Recorded The Truth
Mark’s head snapped toward the hallway entrance, his eyes locking onto the small black lens of the security camera hidden behind the flag frame.
That camera wasn't part of the estate’s general security system; it was a high-resolution lens connected directly to Mark’s private server.
Victoria had forgotten its existence, blinded by her cruel desire to torment the maid she believed was beneath her social standing.
“Mark, darling, don't listen to her!” Victoria stammered, her manipulative smile cracking as she reached for his arm with shaking fingers.
“She’s just an unhinged employee trying to protect her job! You know how unstable these working-class girls can be!”
Mark pulled his arm back from her grip, his jaw clenching tightly as he pulled his encrypted phone from his overcoat pocket.
With three quick swipes of his thumb, he accessed the live buffer memory of the entryway camera feed from the past five minutes.
I watched his face in the dim light of the chandelier as the video footage played across his glass screen in full high-definition clarity.
He saw Victoria drag one-year-old Ethan across the cold floor by his small arm while the baby screamed in sheer terror.
He saw me rush into the foyer to shield my child, and he saw his new wife deliver a vicious kick straight into my stomach.
The silence that followed was so absolute that the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock in the corner sounded like a hammer striking iron.
Mark lowered his phone, turning his head slowly to stare at Victoria with an expression of pure, unadulterated, lethal fury.
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“Pack your bags, Victoria,” Mark said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register that made the crimson-dressed woman gasp.
“Get out of my house before I have the Fairfield County Sheriff drag you out in handcuffs.”
