Chapter 5
Margaret slowly pushed herself up from the marble floor, leaning against the pillar while watching the emotional reunion unfold before her.
She wiped a stray tear from her wrinkled cheek, whispering a silent prayer of thanksgiving for the master's timely arrival.
Victoria stood isolated in the center of the grand hallway, her dark red velvet dress feeling suddenly heavy and suffocating.
Her breathing turned shallow and erratic as she realized that her social standing, luxury lifestyle, and marriage were completely destroyed.
She looked down at her manicured hands, which were still trembling from the adrenaline rush of her unprovoked cruelty.
"Marcus... let me explain, the boy was completely out of control, he provoked me into this," Victoria stammered defensively.
Her voice sounded hollow and pathetic against the majestic acoustics of the foyer, failing to draw even a glance in response.
Marcus kept his back turned to her entirely, continuing to whisper soothing, comforting words into his son's ruffled brown hair.
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The silence that followed her excuse was more deafening than any shouting match could ever hope to achieve.
It was the silence of a man who had already passed final judgment and sentenced her to emotional exile.
