Victoria stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, her jaw clenched as she watched Maria pour a fresh glass of milk for little Sophie[span_17](start_span)[span_17](end_span). The toddler drank eagerly, tears still drying on her soft cheeks[span_18](start_span)[span_18](end_span).
Victoria: Pack my bags? You think you can just throw me out of a ten-million-dollar estate?
Mark: I can and I will. The prenup clearly states that cruelty or neglect toward my family voids all claims to alimony.
Victoria: You can't prove cruelty! A locked door isn't cruelty!
Mark: The police and my divorce lawyer will see it differently when they review this camera footage.
Victoria: Your lawyer? Mark, let's be reasonable here. We can talk about this!
Mark: There is nothing left to talk about. You slapped Maria, and you abused my child.
Maria: Mr. Mark... she also took the key to the nursery safe this morning.
Mark: What? The nursery safe?
Victoria: Shut your mouth, Maria!
Mark: Speak up, Maria. What safe key?
Maria: She took the key from your study desk while you were away at the Dallas trust office. She went into Sophie's room.
Mark: Victoria, what were you doing in my daughter's room?
Victoria: It's my house too! I can walk into any room I want!
Mark: That safe holds Sophie's inheritance trust documents! Her mother's life insurance payout!
Victoria: That money belongs to the family fund! It shouldn't be locked in a toddler's name!
Mark: You tried to access my daughter's trust fund?
Victoria: We need capital for my boutique expansion! You refused to fund it!
Mark: Because your boutique is a failing venture! You wanted to steal from a motherless child?
Victoria: It wouldn't be stealing! I was going to pay it back once the store became profitable!
Mark: You are sick, Victoria. Absolutely unhinged.
Victoria: I deserved that money! I gave up my career to marry you!
Mark: You didn't give up anything! You married me for status, for the mansion, and for my company's wealth!
Victoria: And what did I get? Taking care of a child that cries all day!
Sophie: Daddy... mean lady scared me...
Mark: Shh, baby. She won't ever scare you again. I promise.
Victoria: Give me that phone, Mark!
Victoria suddenly lunged forward, reaching wildly for Mark’s phone to destroy the video evidence.
Mark: Get off me!
Mark pushed her back firmly. Victoria stumbled over her high heels, hitting the marble counter with a loud thud.
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