Chapter 2 - The Immediate Fallout Inside the Luxury Kitchen
The shattered ceramic pieces of the coffee mug lay scattered across the pristine white marble floor like jagged diamonds.
A dark pool of expensive dark-roast coffee slowly expanded, soaking into the grout lines near the kitchen island.
Alexander Vance stood frozen in sheer disbelief, his hand still extended from the violent sweep that caused the destruction.
His chest heaved with suppressed rage as he stared down at his visibly pregnant wife, Victoria, who stood completely unmoving.
“Did you honestly think you could defy me in my own home?” Alexander snarled, his voice dripping with venom.
Victoria didn't flinch away from his intimidating posture; instead, her posture straightened with an icy, terrifying composure.
Across the sunlit terrace, his mistress, Chloe, dropped her champagne flute, the glass shattering against the outdoor tiles.
Alexander’s powerful father, Richard Vance Sr., stood beside her, his expression twisting from smug arrogance into sudden confusion.
The heavy silence inside the mega-mansion was broken only by the rhythmic flashing of emergency lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
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Alexander whipped his head around toward the front entrance, hearing the chaotic screech of heavy-duty tires on the private drive.
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