Chapter 4
Ethan stopped a few feet away, looking down at her with a gaze devoid of any human empathy or warmth.
"Stress doesn't leave cigarette burn scars on a six-year-old child's arms, Victoria," Ethan growled, his voice vibrating with rage.
"Stress doesn't involve forging medical exemptions to keep my daughter locked in her bedroom for days."
Victoria choked on a sob, realizing that her meticulous facade of a loving suburban wife had completely collapsed.
"How long have you known?" she whispered, her voice cracking as bitter tears stained her cheeks.
"Since the day I installed encrypted thermal cameras in the hallways, three months after our wedding," Ethan replied smoothly.
"I watched every single time you tormented my daughter while I was away closing corporate mergers in New York."
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"Why didn't you stop me sooner?!" Victoria shrieked in sudden, desperate confusion.
"Because I needed ironclad, federal-level proof of your financial and physical crimes before I ended your miserable existence," Ethan stated coldly.
