Millionaire BURNED Pregnant Wife With Cigarettes at Dinner — Ring Camera Caught All, FBI ARRESTED

The crystal wine glass shattered against the marble floor, red liquid spreading like blood across the white tile. Elena Carter's hand flew to her rounded belly—six months pregnant, twenty-four weeks exactly—as her husband Blake ground his lit cigarette into the soft flesh of her inner forearm.
She didn't scream. She'd learned months ago that screaming only made it worse.

"Did I say you could speak?" Blake's voice was conversational, almost pleasant, as if he were discussing the weather rather than branding his pregnant wife at their dinner table. The Hermès tie she'd given him for their anniversary hung perfectly straight, his Rolex catching the chandelier light. To anyone watching, he looked like success incarnate. Forty-five guests filled their Bel Air mansion's dining room, but not one person moved to help her.

The cigarette's ember seared deeper, and Elena felt her baby kick hard against her ribs, as if protesting his mother's pain. She bit down on her lip until she tasted copper, refusing to give Blake the satisfaction of her tears.
In the corner of the room, mounted discreetly near the ceiling, a small Ring camera recorded everything. Elena had installed the security system herself three months ago, back when she still believed documenting the abuse might somehow protect her. She had no idea that every second of footage was uploading automatically to servers she'd never heard of—servers owned by SecureHome Technologies, the company her father had built into a six-billion-dollar empire.

The company she'd run from eight years ago, desperate to escape her family's suffocating control and find someone who'd love her for herself, not for her last name or her trust fund.

Blake released her arm, his fingers leaving white pressure marks against her skin that would purple by morning. "Clean up this mess," he said, gesturing to the broken glass. "We have guests."