The quiet weeping of baby Leo was the only sound echoing in the massive marble bathroom as Marcus held him tight. His mind reeled with anger, grief, and disgust as he looked at the woman in the sparkling orange dress. Victoria tried to fix her disheveled hair, her eyes darting nervously toward the bathroom door as she realized her plan had completely failed. She attempted to put on a sweet, innocent expression, taking a small step toward Marcus with her hands raised in defense.
Victoria: Marcus, darling, please listen to me! It was just a terrible accident!
Father: Do not take another step toward my family, you sick monster!
Marcus turned to Elena, his voice shaking with intense emotion as he carefully handed the shivering baby back into the maid's reliable arms. Elena cradled the child gently, stepping back into a safe corner of the bathroom to shield the baby from what was about to happen. Once his hands were free, Marcus turned around to face his wicked wife. Consumed by explosive paternal fury, he took two large, decisive strides across the wet marble floor, closing the distance between them in less than a second.
Before Victoria could even raise her arm to protect herself, Marcus delivered a massive, open-hand slap across her face. The booming sound of the impact snapped her head back hard, shattering her golden earrings and causing her to shriek in pain. The anger that had been building inside Marcus overflowed completely as he raised his other hand and delivered a second, even more powerful slap across her cheek. The force of the two consecutive strikes knocked Victoria completely off balance, sending her crashing hard onto the slippery marble floor.
Victoria: Ah! Marcus, stop! You are hurting me!
She screamed loudly, hitting the hard, wet tiles with a dull thud that echoed off the high walls. Her expensive orange diamond evening gown was instantly soaked with the spilled bathwater, clinging messily to her shivering body. She scrambled backward on her hands and knees, her face bruised and bright red, her arrogant composure entirely destroyed. She looked up at her husband, expecting to find a trace of pity or confusion, but found only pure, unyielding vengeance in his glare.
Father: You came into my home, took my money, and tried to take my son's life!
Marcus shouted, his voice booming with lethal authority throughout the entire second floor of the mansion. He stood tall over the disgraced woman crawling on the floor, his tall frame blocking the bright sunlight like a vengeful shadow. Victoria began to weep pathetic tears of regret, but everyone in the room knew she was only crying because she had finally been caught red-handed. She looked around the luxurious bathroom, realizing that the massive wealth, status, and luxury she had lusted after were now completely beyond her reach forever.