Chapter 2 - The Red Light Blinking Above the Shattered Glass
The steady, rhythmic pulse of the ceiling camera’s red LED indicator cast an eerie, crimson glow over the sparkling shards of broken glass.
Victoria felt the cold sweat bead along her meticulously contoured hairline as the horrifying magnitude of her mistake crashed over her.
She had spent millions of dollars installing top-tier smart-home automation across her entire Upper East Side penthouse.
Yet in her blind, jealous rage, she had completely forgotten that the dining room was wired with a wide-angle surveillance lens.
Mark stood motionless near the doorway, his eyes darting back and forth from Victoria’s panicked expression to Claire bleeding on the floor.
“Mark... don't look at that camera, look at me!” Victoria stammered, her voice losing its polished, aristocratic composure entirely.
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Mark slowly raised his hand, pointing a trembling finger directly upward toward the unblinking lens overhead.
“You lied to my face, Victoria,” Mark whispered, his voice dangerously low as the illusion of their marriage shattered into dust.
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