Victoria: Get out of my house!
Clara: You're insane! You could kill the baby!
In a luxurious American mansion with a subtle American flag displayed in the background, a fair-skinned Caucasian woman in a dark maroon dress with realistic USA skin texture screams in rage[cite: 1].
Clara: Ahhh! My stomach!
A high-angle tracking view captured the terrifying moment a fair-skinned pregnant American woman in a white robe is violently thrown onto a glass coffee table, shattering it completely with ultra-realistic USA skin texture[cite: 1].
A deafening sound of a loud glass crash echoed through the vaulted ceilings of the foyer[cite: 1].
Victoria: That will teach you to ever cross paths with me again.
Clara: Richard... please... help me...
Victoria: Save your breath for the ambulance.
Clara's hands trembled as she pressed them against her lower abdomen, feeling the sharp, jagged edges of the broken tabletop surrounding her like a trap.
Clara: The pain... it's too much...
Victoria: Stop your pathetic acting and get off my floor.
Clara: You're going to prison for this, Victoria. I swear it.
Victoria: Let the police try to find evidence when I control every single security feed in this estate.
Victoria stood tall over the broken glass, adjusting her maroon cuffs with absolute arrogance.
Clara: Richard is going to destroy you...
Victoria: Richard is currently locked out of his own corporate accounts.
The heavy mahogany double doors at the main entrance suddenly began to click and shift.
Can the arriving master of the house stop Victoria before she escapes the scene of her crime?
Clara: Over here... please look over here...
Victoria: Quiet, you fool!
The heavy doors swung inward with a sudden, forceful creak that cut through the tense air.
Will the sudden arrival bring salvation or plunge the household into an even deeper nightmare?