Marcus: I'm pulling up the security app right now. Let's see what happened at 2:15 PM today.
Marcus pulled his smartphone from his pocket, his thumb moving quickly across the screen. Victoria lunged forward like a wild animal, attempting to knock the phone out of his hand, but Marcus grabbed her wrist firmly, pinning her arm down against the desk.
Marcus: Don't even try it, Victoria!
Victoria: Marcus, please! Please, don't look at it! I was stressed! I was having a mental breakdown!
Marcus: A mental breakdown? A minute ago you said it was an accident! Now you're admitting it!
Victoria: I was overwhelmed! Taking care of a child that isn't mine, living in the shadow of your dead wife... I couldn't handle it anymore!
Marcus: So you decided to murder her?! You sick, monster of a woman!
Marcus turned the phone screen around. On the clear display, the video feed played back in crisp detail. It clearly showed Victoria grabbing little Lily by her curls, walking her over to the deep end, and forcefully pushing her head under the water while the child kicked frantically. The footage was irrefutable, terrifying, and brutal.
Marcus: Officers! Get up here right now!
Marcus shouted at the top of his lungs toward the hallway. Heavy steps immediately began pounding up the marble stairs as the police officers responded to the urgency in his voice.
Victoria: Marcus, no! Please, we can work this out! I'll leave! I'll sign a divorce agreement right now! I won't take a single penny from your estate, I swear!
Marcus: You're right, you won't take a single penny. Because you're going to prison for attempted murder and grand forgery!
Police Officer: What's going on up here? Hands where we can see them!
Two officers burst into the study, their hands resting on their holsters as they took in the intense scene inside the room.
Marcus: Officer, look at this phone. This is crystal-clear security footage from ten minutes ago. My wife holding my daughter underwater in the pool. And here are forged documents where she tried to steal her inheritance trust fund.
The lead officer stepped forward, taking the phone from Marcus. He watched the video for less than five seconds before his face turned stone cold. He handed the phone to his partner and pulled heavy steel handcuffs from his tactical belt.
Police Officer: Victoria Vance, turn around and place your hands behind your back.
Victoria: Get your filthy hands off me! Do you know who my father is?! He will have your badge for this!
Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney...
Victoria: Marcus! You can't do this to me! Tell them to stop! Marcus!
The officer clicked the metal cuffs tightly around Victoria's manicured wrists. She squirmed and shrieked, kicking her heels against the floor as the two officers forcefully pulled her out of the study and down the grand hallway.
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