Chapter 3
Without breaking eye contact with the treacherous woman standing above them, Lucas pulled out his smartphone with lightning speed.
He dialed 911 with precise, authoritative urgency, his voice cutting through the silence like a razor-sharp blade.
"Send an advanced life support ambulance to our East Hampton estate immediately; we have a severe trauma case involving a pregnant female," Lucas barked.
He kept his dark eyes locked onto Chloe, trapping her in a psychological prison of inescapable guilt and impending ruin.
"I'm calling my attorney... you can't lock me out of my own corporate meetings over this domestic dispute," Chloe hissed defensively.
"You aren't going to a meeting, Chloe; you're going straight to a maximum-security federal holding cell," Lucas replied with chilling restraint.
The distant wail of emergency sirens began cutting through the quiet suburban night air, growing louder with every passing second.
Heavy footsteps echoed across the marble foyer as paramedics rushed into the living room with a rolling medical gurney.
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Lucas scooped Sarah up into his arms with careful, protective strength, lifting her clear of the jagged glass shards scattered across the rug.
As the medical team transferred Sarah onto the stretcher and rushed her out the door, Lucas turned his full attention back to Chloe.
