The crystal chandeliers inside Vance Jewelers shimmered against the polished marble floor as high-society shoppers browsed the glass display cases.
Clara: Why are you doing this?!
Clara clutched her heavy belly, her blue eyes wide with desperate panic as she stared at her husband.
Mark: I told you to stay in the car, Clara!
Clara: That's our family trust fund account! You're trying to drain it behind my back!
Mark: It's my money! I earned every single dollar of it!
Clara: My father built that company, Mark! You signed a prenuptial agreement before we got married!
Mark's face turned beet red as he stepped closer to her, his jaw clenching with pure hatred.
Mark: GET OUT OF MY WAY!
Mark raised both hands and aggressively shoved Clara backward with full force.
Clara gasped loudly as her heels slid across the slippery marble floor.
She lost her balance entirely, her arms flailing before she crashed heavily onto her side on the hard stone ground.
A agonizing groan escaped her lips as she curled into a ball, clutching her stomach.
Clara: PLEASE, NO! My baby!
Two golden retrievers belonging to the store owner barked frantically, rushing over to stand protectively in front of her trembling body.
Bystander: OH MY GOD, SHE'S PREGNANT!
Older Man: GET AWAY FROM HER!
Mark took a step back, looking around at the hostile crowd of store patrons closing in on him as Clara lay crying on the floor.