Victoria’s confident demeanor shattered into a million pieces in an instant. Her eyes went wide with sheer panic as she stared at Clara’s phone screen. The sweet, innocent facade she had spent years building melted away, revealing the terrified predator beneath. Arthur, she's manipulating you! That video is fake! It's a deepfake or a setup! Victoria stammered, her voice pitching higher as she tried to snatch the phone from Clara’s hand. But Arthur was faster. He stepped between Victoria and Clara, shielding the waitress with his large frame. He grabbed Victoria by both shoulders, holding her firmly in place as he searched her face for any sign of innocence, but he found only guilt. How could you? Arthur whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of heartbreak and rage. I gave you everything. My family trusted you. Victoria tried to pull away, looking around the dark cellar as if searching for an escape route, but the heavy iron door above was the only way out, and the footfalls of security guards were already beginning to echo from above.