Laughter echoed in the sterile hospital hallway as the mistress viciously shoved the pregnant wife to the floor, backed by the cheating husband’s approving nod. Their arrogant smiles froze instantly when heavy footsteps thundered down the hall and a terrifying voice barked, “Grab them.” As the director knelt beside the crying woman, he looked up at the trembling husband and whispered…
Beside him, Margot clung to his forearm as though staking a territorial claim. At twenty-six, she was a curated collection of glossy blonde extensions, crimson-soled footwear, and an ivory cashmere coat that she likely believed projected an aura of untouched innocence.
