The Cruel Wife Poured Wine On The Pregnant Maid, Not Knowing She Had Just Signed The Senator's Death Warrant.
Chapter 1: The Crimson Stain
The sound of the silver tray hitting the marble was deafening, a sharp crack that echoed through the foyer of the sprawling estate. Clara, the house maid, crumpled to the floor, her hands instantly flying to her belly. She was seven months pregnant, and the fall had been hard.
Evelyn, the Senator’s new wife, didn't offer a hand. She didn't call for help. Instead, she picked up a crystal glass of deep, dark Cabernet from the nearby table and tipped it. The red liquid poured over Clara’s white apron, soaking into the fabric like a fresh wound.
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"Clean it up," Evelyn laughed, her eyes flashing with a sickening mix of triumph and malice. "You’re fired, Clara. And don't bother asking for severance. Everything in this house—the furniture, the walls, the very air you breathe—belongs to me. Just like the man who pays for it."
At that exact moment, the heavy oak doors swung open. Senator Marcus stepped inside, his briefcase in hand, ready to announce his upcoming polling numbers. He stopped dead. His face, usually a mask of practiced political charm, drained of all color. He didn't look at his wife. He looked at Clara, lying on the floor, bleeding wine that looked exactly like blood.
