CHAPTER 2: THE PERFECT MASK CRACKS
CHAPTER 2: THE PERFECT MASK CRACKS
Marcus drove through the night.
Rain hammered against the windshield.
His knuckles were white around the steering wheel.
Every fatherly instinct screamed at him to storm into the mansion and drag Cassandra out immediately.
But anger wasn't enough.
Not this time.
Marcus wanted the truth.
All of it.
And he wanted proof that nobody could deny.
By the time he arrived home, it was nearly dawn.
The mansion was quiet.
Too quiet.
He walked into Lily's room first.
His daughter was asleep.
Curled around her stuffed rabbit.
Tear stains still marked her cheeks.
Marcus stood beside the bed for a long time.
His chest ached.
Because while he had been building a billion-dollar company...
His little girl had been suffering under his own roof.
And he hadn't seen it.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered.
The next morning, Marcus acted normal.
Painfully normal.
At breakfast, Cassandra wore her usual perfect smile.
"How was New York?"
"Busy."
She poured coffee.
Asked about meetings.
Talked about a charity gala scheduled for Saturday night.
The entire time, Marcus watched her.
Studied her.
How could someone smile like that after what she had done?
Across the table, Lily barely touched her food.
Whenever Cassandra looked her way, the little girl's shoulders tensed.
Now Marcus saw it.
All the signs he had missed.
Every single one.
That afternoon, he reviewed weeks of footage.
What he found made his stomach turn.
The dog bowl wasn't an isolated incident.
Not even close.
There were dozens of videos.
Cassandra mocking Lily.
Locking her in dark rooms.
Telling her nobody loved her.
Destroying drawings that reminded her of her mother.
Whispering cruel things whenever adults weren't around.
And every time footsteps approached...
The perfect smile returned.
The perfect future stepmother.
The perfect liar.
Marcus saved everything.
Every file.
Every clip.
Every second.
Then he made three phone calls.
The first was to his attorney.
The second was to the police.
The third was to the board of the Children's Hope Foundation.
The charity Cassandra had spent years using to build her public image.
Saturday arrived.
The gala ballroom glittered with wealth.
Politicians.
Celebrities.
Business leaders.
News cameras.
Everyone loved Cassandra.
Or thought they did.
She stood on stage in a silver gown, accepting an award for her work with children.
The irony nearly made Marcus laugh.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the host announced, "please welcome Cassandra Vale."
Applause erupted.
Cassandra smiled beautifully.
Gracefully.
Flawlessly.
Then Marcus stood.
The room quieted.
People respected Marcus Vale.
When he spoke, people listened.
Cassandra looked surprised.
Then pleased.
She thought he was about to praise her.
Instead, Marcus walked toward the giant projection screen behind the stage.
And handed a flash drive to the technician.
The smile vanished from Cassandra's face.
For the first time all week...
She looked nervous.
"Marcus?"
He didn't answer.
The ballroom lights dimmed.
And the first video began to play.
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END OF CHAPTER 2
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