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The silence in the luxury hospital suite was deafening. Marcus Thorne’s eyes moved from his wife bleeding on the cold marble to Isabella Rossi, who stood trembling in her crimson dress, crocodile tears streaming down her contoured face. / Chapter 3 / 8

Chapter 3 - The Public ExecutionBy 6:00 AM, rumors of the incident had leaked. News crews, paparazzi, and live-streamers swarmed the hospital entrance, lured by rumors that billionaire Marcus Thorne's wife was admitted under suspicious circumstances.

Isabella, released from hospital detention under police escort, thought she could control the story. Supported by her family's PR firm, she stepped out onto the hospital steps facing fifty news microphones.

"I am the real victim here!" Isabella sobbed loudly for the cameras, dabbing her eyes with a designer handkerchief. "Khloe Thorne was unstable! She attacked me out of unprovoked jealousy! The Thorne family is using their power to silence me!"

The reporters gasped, cameras flashing like lighting strikes.

Suddenly, every digital billboard across Times Square, every live news broadcast stream, and every screen in the financial district flickered.

The live feed was hijacked.

The crisp, high-definition security camera video from inside the hospital suite began playing on continuous loop on every major network screen across the nation.

The audio was crystal clear:

"Smile for the cameras. Give him an heir. Then disappear." [Sound of stiletto kick, shattering glass, and Khloe's agonizing screams]

The crowd on the hospital steps went dead silent. Reporters turned their heads from Isabella to the giant screen mounted on the media broadcast truck.

Isabella froze mid-sob.

Marcus Thorne stepped out of the hospital doors, flanked by Federal marshals and General Alexander Vance.

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