Chapter 1: The Truth Hidden in the Cameras
The mansion remained eerily silent.
No one dared to breathe.
The woman in crimson stared at the security camera as if willing it to disappear. Sweat formed beneath her flawless makeup.
"I... I can explain," she stammered.
The man in the black suit didn't even look at her.
Instead, he spoke to the head of security standing near the entrance.
"Bring me the footage. Now."
Within seconds, one of the staff rolled a large television into the grand foyer.
The recording began.
Every guest watched in stunned silence.
There was no audio, but the images were more than enough.
They saw the pregnant woman quietly packing a small suitcase.
They saw the woman in crimson storm inside, rip the suitcase open, slap her across the face, and throw her belongings onto the marble floor.
Then came the moment no one could deny.
She deliberately stepped on the pregnant woman's hand.
Again.
And again.
Several women in the room gasped.
An elderly businessman slowly removed his glasses.
"My God..." he whispered.
The man in the black suit finally turned toward the woman in crimson.
"You lied to everyone."
She collapsed to her knees.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this..."
Before she could say another word, two police officers entered the mansion.
One officer calmly read her rights.
The other placed handcuffs around her wrists.
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For the first time that night...
She realized money could not erase the truth.
