Selena: Mark, please! You're making a massive mistake! You can't listen to a bitter old woman and a lying child!
Mark: Do not call my mother or my daughter a liar ever again!
Evelyn: Look at what fell out of her dress, Mark. Pick it up!
Mark stepped over the broken glass, his dress shoes crunching against the crystal shards scattered across the foyer floor. He reached down and scooped up the thick, folded parchment paper that had tumbled out of Selena's inner breast pocket. The bold red stamp across the top read: *STATE SURRENDER OF MINOR CUSTODY*.
Mark: What the hell is this, Selena?
Selena: It's... it's nothing! It's just routine paperwork my lawyer prepared!
Mark: Routine paperwork?! You forged my signature on a child relinquishment application!
Lily: Daddy, is that the paper she said I had to sign?
Mark: Nobody is signing anything, sweetie. Grandma, take Lily into the kitchen right now.
Evelyn: Come on, my precious girl. Let's get you some water. Let your father deal with this viper.
Selena: Evelyn, stay out of this! This is between me and my future husband!
Mark: I am NOT your future husband! The wedding is canceled!
Selena's face transformed from fake innocence into an ugly, cruel scowl. She stood up, brushing glass dust off her designer bridal outfit, her eyes narrowing into slits as she stared down the man who was worth over thirty million dollars.
Selena: You think you can just cancel our wedding an hour before two hundred high-society guests arrive?
Mark: Watch me. I'll have security drag you out to the front gate in front of every single guest!
Selena: You do that, and I'll sue you for breach of promise! My legal team will lock up your entire estate in court for years!
Mark: You think I give a damn about money when you tried to throw my daughter away like trash?
Selena: She isn't even your real daughter, Mark! Why are you protecting her?!
Mark froze in his tracks. The silence in the hallway became suffocating, heavy enough to drown out the distant ticking of the grandfather clock. He turned slowly, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides.
Mark: What did you just say?
Selena: You heard me. I know the secret your late wife kept from you before she died.
Mark: You are lying through your teeth to save yourself.
Selena: Am I? Why don't you check the safe in your study? The DNA test results are right behind the insurance policies!
Mark felt a cold chill run down his spine. He stepped toward the study door, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Selena stood her ground, a triumphant, malicious smile spreading across her painted red lips as she watched him hesitate.
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