Richard stepped across the threshold in his sharp navy coat and designer scarf, his luggage rolling smoothly behind him as he returned from an extended corporate trip overseas[cite: 1]. He looked every bit the ruthless billionaire CEO, accustomed to total control in the boardroom and complete obedience at home[cite: 1]. But instead of greeting his pregnant wife, his eyes locked immediately onto the glamorous woman waiting at the bottom of the grand staircase[cite: 1].
Richard: Vanessa, darling, I missed you so much[cite: 1]. Did the staff take care of everything while I was away closing that merger[cite: 1]?
Vanessa: Everything is completely under control, Richard[cite: 1]. Though your clumsy little domestic help here was throwing a bit of a tantrum earlier[cite: 1].
Elena slowly pushed herself up onto her knees, her bruised and dirty face turned upward as she looked at her husband with a desperate plea for recognition[cite: 1]. Her pregnant wife sobbing softly sound echoed against the high white walls, a heartbreaking melody of betrayal that should have broken any man's heart[cite: 1].
Elena: Richard... look at me[cite: 1]. Look at what she is making me do while I carry your child[cite: 1]!
Richard: Elena, stop making a scene in the foyer[cite: 1]. You know the rules of this estate during my business hours[cite: 1].
Vanessa: See? Even he knows you belong on the floor[cite: 1]. Now stop whining and finish cleaning those marble tiles before you leave for your quarters[cite: 1].
Richard pulled his smartphone from his coat pocket, intending to check his corporate emails, but a notification popped up from the smart-home security app[cite: 1]. A low dramatic bass swell filled the air as his eyes dropped to the glowing screen, where a live video feed showed multiple angles of his pregnant wife being forced to clean the floors under threat of eviction[cite: 1].