Brenda: It was an accident! She slipped! I tried to help her!
Mark: You didn't try to help her! Look at the video, Brenda! You held the pool cover over her while she fought for air!
Brenda: That’s not what happened! That video is altered! It’s an AI deepfake!
Mark: Deepfake? You can clearly see your face under the garden light! You stood there for five whole minutes until she stopped moving!
Little Lily: Mommy went under the water... the mean lady wouldn't let Mommy up...
Mark: Oh God... Lily, you saw this happen? You were on the back patio?
Little Lily: I was in the playhouse, Daddy. The mean lady hid the black box in the drawer, but I found it today.
Mark: My late wife didn’t have a sudden heart attack and drown like the coroner said. You murdered her!
Brenda: Mark, listen to me! Your wife was going to leave you! She was going to take half of your company, the mansion, and full custody of Lily! I did it for us!
Mark: You did it for my money! You pushed my wife into a pool so you could marry me and take her place!
Brenda: You loved me! We were happy these past six months! Don't let a ghost ruin what we built!
Mark: YOU MURDERED MY WIFE! CALL 911 RIGHT NOW!
Mark's arm swung forward with pure rage. His heavy hand struck Brenda across her face with a sharp sound that echoed off the high ceiling. Brenda stumbled backward in her high heels, gasped, and fell hard onto the polished marble floor, her white veil tearing away from her hair.
Brenda: You hit me! You're going to regret that, Mark!
Mark: I regret ever letting you near my daughter! Eric, lock the main doors! Don't let her step one foot out of this room!
Best Man Eric: The security team is blocking the exit, Mark. Nobody is leaving.
Brenda: Let me up! This is assault! My father is a lawyer, he will destroy all of you!
Mark: Your father's money won't save you from a murder charge, Brenda. The police are going to love this footage.
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