Chapter 2 - The Sound Of The Heavy Iron Gate
The heavy iron gates of the Connecticut estate swung shut with a terrifying, metallic thud that echoed across the grand marble driveway.
Inside the sprawling foyer, the American flag hanging proudly near the entrance caught the draft of the open double doors.
Victor Vance stood tall in his light gray overcoat, holding his crying one-year-old son tightly against his dark, tailored suit jacket.
His jawline was sharp as carved granite, and his eyes burned with an icy, calculated fury that made the air in the room freeze.
Elena, dressed in her emerald green suit, took a shaky step backward, her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into her palms.
“Victor, darling, please listen to me,” Elena stammered, her voice losing all its arrogant venom and turning into a pathetic whine.
“That nanny is a liar! She planted that recording device to frame me because I fired her cousin yesterday!”
Victor didn’t blink. He didn't even twitch a muscle in his face as he stared down at his scheming, manipulative wife.
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“Do you take me for a fool, Elena?” Victor’s voice cut through the silent foyer like a razor blade slicing through silk.
“I have listened to three months of your voice abusing my son and plotting how to empty my personal accounts.”
