Mark’s hands shook uncontrollably as the video finished playing. The shock on his face rapidly transformed into intense, violent rage. He turned slowly toward Vanessa, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
Mark: You... you pushed my baby?
Vanessa: Mark... baby, listen to me! It was an accident! The video looks worse than it was!
Mark: AN ACCIDENT?! YOU SHOVED A FOURTEEN-MONTH-OLD CHILD OVER A SIX-STORY BALCONY!
Vanessa: I didn't mean to! I was stressed! The estate, the money... I was overwhelmed!
Mark: YOU MONSTER!
Unable to contain the explosive rage inside him, Mark stepped forward and delivered a furious, stinging slap across Vanessa’s face. The force of it knocked her to her knees on the marble floor. She clutched her red cheek, sobbing real tears of panic now.
Vanessa: Mark, please! Don't do this! I love you!
Mark: You don't love anyone! You wanted her inheritance! You wanted her trust fund!
Evelyn: Call the police, Mark. Call them now before she tries to run.
Mark: HOW DARE YOU DO THIS! CALL 911 RIGHT NOW!
Mark pulled out his own phone and dialed emergency services immediately. Vanessa scrambled across the floor, reaching for her designer handbag near the couch, trying to find her car keys.
Mark: Don't you dare move! If you step toward that door, I will hold you down myself!
Vanessa: Mark, please! We can work this out! We can go to counseling! Don't ruin my life!
Mark: Your life is already ruined, Vanessa. You are going to prison for attempted murder!
Dispatcher: 911, what is your emergency?
Mark: I need police and paramedics at my residence immediately! My wife just attempted to murder my baby daughter! I have the entire crime recorded on camera!
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