Victoria's face drained of all color under the high-key lighting, her eyes widening in utter terror and disbelief as she stared at the crystal-clear video playing on the screen. An extreme close-up captured the exact moment her breath hitched in her throat, accompanied by a heavy sub-bass drone that vibrated through the room.
Victoria: No... please let me explain! The prenuptial trust fund clauses—they made me desperate!
Richard: Desperation doesn't give you the right to throw a newborn off a ledge! Your greed has finally destroyed you!
Victoria: You can't throw me out like trash! I am legally entitled to half of this estate!
Richard: You are entitled to a prison cell and a maximum-security trial, nothing more!
Driven by explosive, uncontrollable rage, the man in the burgundy suit stepped up to the woman in the purple gown in front of the American flag. His hand whipped forward with devastating force, delivering three hard, sharp impact slap sound effects in rapid succession across her face.
Victoria: (Screaming in agony) Ah! Stop! Please stop!
Richard: You monster! You absolute, heartless monster!
The brutal physical correction knocked Victoria sideways onto the cold marble floor under the full bright daylight setting, her plum purple gown tangling around her legs as she crumpled into a heap. She clutched her stinging face in absolute agony, realizing that no amount of legal maneuvering or high-priced divorce lawyers could save her from this level of disgrace.
Victoria: (Weeping hysterically) You broke my jaw! You'll pay for this!
Richard: The only one paying from here on out is you—behind iron bars.
Estate security guards rushed into the foyer from the side corridors, taking positions around the disgraced woman as Richard turned his back on her permanently.
Richard: Escort her off the property immediately. The police are waiting at the front gates with an arrest warrant.
Victoria: (Screaming as she is dragged away) You'll regret this, Richard! Both of you will regret this day!