Chapter 10 - Interrogating the Broken Man in the Master Suite
An hour later, the chaos in the downstairs kitchen had quieted down into a tense, controlled federal operation.
Victoria walked slowly up the grand spiral staircase, her silk robe trailing softly behind her against the polished wood.
She pushed open the heavy double doors of the master suite, where Alexander sat alone on the edge of the king-sized bed.
The multi-million-dollar room felt hollow and cold, stripped of its illusion of invincibility and comfort.
“Did you really hate me that much, Alexander? Was the humiliation necessary while I carried your child?” Victoria asked softly.
Alexander buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with a mixture of rage, shock, and defeat.
“You were too quiet, Victoria... you didn't fit into the high-society world my family demanded,” Alexander mumbled through his fingers.
“So you paraded a vapid mistress in front of me and treated me like a servant in my own home?” she challenged.
“I thought you were weak... I thought I could break you and take your personal trust fund legally,” he confessed quietly.
Victoria walked over to the antique vanity mirror, picking up a diamond-encrusted watch Alexander had bought Chloe.
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“Greed is a fatal flaw, Alexander, especially when you underestimate the person holding the knife,” Victoria whispered.
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