She Pushed Her Pregnant Sister Down the Stairs… But Forgot the Phone Was Recording!

Then came the sentence that changed the room forever.

“Good,” Marcus said coldly.

“The recording captured all of it.”

Khloe’s confidence shattered instantly.

“Marcus, wait—”

“No,” he cut in.

“You left my pregnant wife bleeding on the floor to protect the daughter who assaulted her.”

My father finally stood up.

Too late.

Because outside, faint through the front windows, came the sound none of them expected to hear so quickly.

Sirens.

More than one.

And for the first time since I hit the stairs, my mother looked afraid.

Not for me.

For herself.