Arthur: Someone call the security guards right now.
Victoria: Arthur, please, listen to me for one second!
Arthur: Do not speak to me right now, Victoria.
Elena: The police are already on their way, Mr. Sterling.
Victoria: You lying little snake! You ruined everything!
Arthur: Victoria! Quiet!
Arthur's voice echoed off the high marble walls of the estate.
He had spent seventy years building his family real estate empire in Texas.
He was a man who trusted few people, but he had trusted his wife of three years implicitly.
Arthur: Elena, show me that video again.
Elena: Yes, sir. Right here.
Elena stepped forward, holding her hands steady despite the red mark on her cheek.
Arthur stared at the bright smartphone screen.
The video timestamp showed six fifteen PM, just forty-five minutes earlier.
In the clip, Victoria stood in the private pantry, wearing her gold evening gown.
She carefully twisted open a small glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.
She poured every drop into the crystal decanter meant exclusively for Arthur's vintage red wine.
Arthur: My God...
Victoria: That isn't me! It's an AI deepfake!
Victoria: She wants to frame me so she can steal from us!
Elena: I filmed it with my own phone while setting up the dessert table, ma'am.
Victoria: You were spying on me!
Elena: I was doing my job when I saw you pouring something suspicious.
Arthur: Is the decanter still in the butler's pantry, Elena?
Elena: Yes, Mr. Sterling. I didn't touch it so the police could test it.
Victoria: Arthur, you can't believe a servant over your own wife!
Arthur: My wife wouldn't have tried to force a glass of wine down my throat after a warning.
Victoria: I was just trying to protect our party from a scene!
Arthur: You slapped her across the face!
Victoria: She was disrespectful to you!
Arthur: She saved my life!
The heavy oak doors opened, and two uniformed security guards walked into the room.
Guard 1: You called for us, Mr. Sterling?
Arthur: Escort my wife to the study and make sure she doesn't leave.
Victoria: Don't you dare lay a hand on me! I am the mistress of this house!
Guard 2: Ma'am, please come with us quietly.
Victoria: Arthur, tell them to stop! You're making a huge mistake!
Arthur: The only mistake I made was signing that prenup modification last month.
Victoria froze, her face draining of all color.
Victoria: What are you talking about?
Arthur: I know why you did this.
Elena: Mr. Sterling, her purse is on the chair.
Arthur walked slowly over to the head table and picked up Victoria's designer handbag.
He unzipped it and pulled out a small glass bottle that matched the one in the video.
Arthur: You didn't even have time to throw away the evidence.
Victoria: That's my facial serum! It's custom-made!
Arthur: Then you won't mind drinking a drop of it right now.
Victoria took a step back, her lips trembling.
Victoria: You can't make me do that.
Arthur: Exactly.