Security cameras capture what words cannot hide.
Chapter 1: Security cameras capture what words cannot hide.
The first sound Marcus heard wasn't Isabella's trembling voice.
It was Khloe's.
A weak, ragged gasp as she fought to breathe while shielding their unborn daughter with both arms.
Marcus dropped to his knees beside his wife.
"Khloe... look at me."
Her eyelids fluttered.
"I... I didn't fall..."
His heart stopped.
Blood stained the side of her white maternity gown.
Not much.
But enough.
Enough to turn every instinct inside him into cold, controlled fury.
"Call the trauma team!" Marcus shouted.
Elaine Parker was already reaching for her radio when another figure hurried through the doorway.
Dr. Nathan Brooks.
Chief of Maternal Emergency Medicine.
Khloe's uncle.
The instant he saw his niece lying on the marble floor, every trace of professional composure vanished.
"Move!"
The medical team quickly surrounded Khloe.
Nathan examined her abdomen with practiced hands.
His expression hardened.
"Possible placental injury."
Marcus felt the world tilt beneath him.
"Save them."
Nathan met his eyes.
"I'll do everything I can."
As they rushed Khloe toward the emergency operating suite, Isabella reached for Marcus's arm.
"Marcus... please listen. She attacked me first."
He slowly lowered his gaze to her hand.
Then gently pulled his arm away.
"I saw enough."
"No—you don't understand—"
"I understand exactly what I saw."
Hospital Security Director Daniel Cruz entered moments later with a tablet in his hand.
"Mr. Thorne..."
"We have security footage."
Isabella's confident smile vanished.
"There... there aren't cameras inside private suites."
Daniel answered evenly.
"Not inside."
"But three cameras monitor the hallway, the entrance, and the sitting room."
"They captured everything that happened before and after the assault."
For the first time that night...
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Isabella looked genuinely afraid.
