Chapter 2 - Clara Stumbles Backwards Onto The Marble Floor
The heavy marble floor of the grand mansion living room echoed with a sharp, sickening thud as Clara crashed downward.
Her stunning ruby red evening gown billowed around her like a pool of fresh blood against the polished white stone.
Her styled dark hair came loose from its tight pins, tumbling over her shoulders as she gasped for air in pure shock.
David towered over her, his chest heaving with violent breaths while his charcoal grey tuxedo jacket strained against his rigid shoulders.
His jaw was locked so tightly that the muscles twitched violently beneath his skin, radiating pure, unadulterated murderous rage.
A few feet away, Rosa stood like a protective fortress, cradling the sobbing infant safely against her crisp navy blue uniform.
The steaming electric clothes iron lay discarded on the white sofa cushion where Clara had carelessly left it moments before.
The US flag positioned near the entryway stood tall and still, watching over the devastating wreckage of a broken American family.
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Clara pressed her hands against the cold marble, attempting to push herself up while casting a venomous glare at her husband.
“Have you completely lost your mind, David? You pushed your own wife onto the floor over a minor mistake!” Clara shrieked.
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