My New Wife Tortured My Daughter in Secret, But My Hidden Feed Revealed Everything — Part 2

Previously: When Richard left his daughter Lily with his new wife Eleanor, he thought she was in safe hands. But a secret security feed revealed a horrifying reality that forced him to rush back home.

The Confrontation

Richard stormed into the grand entrance hall, his chest heaving with a mixture of explosive rage and deep heartbreak. The heavy oak doors bounced against the walls, the sound reverberating like thunder through the high ceilings. Eleanor stood frozen, the bag of crisps slipping from her fingers and scattering across the marble floor she had forced Lily to clean. Her face lost every trace of color, turning a sickly, pale white.

"Richard!" Eleanor gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to compose herself. "You... you are back early! The flight must have been canceled. What a wonderful surprise!"

Richard didn't say a word to her. He bypassed her completely, dropping to his knees on the wet marble floor. He pulled Lily into his arms, holding her fragile body close as she sobbed uncontrollably into his tailored suit jacket.

"Daddy! You came back! She made me do it, Daddy, my hands hurt so much," Lily wailed, her little body trembling with relief.

"I'm here, baby. I'm so sorry. Daddy is here now," Richard whispered, his heart breaking as he examined her red, blistered palms.

Standing up, Richard shielded Lily behind him and turned to face his wife. His eyes were cold, dead, and focused entirely on Eleanor.

"Explain this, Eleanor," he said, his voice dangerously quiet.

Eleanor tried to summon her usual poise, waving her hand dismissively.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, Richard! It’s just a little discipline. The girl is lazy and spoiled. I was only trying to teach her some responsibility while you were away. You are overreacting."

Richard pulled his phone from his pocket, turning the screen to face her. The live recording of her telling Lily to "cry quieter" was playing on a loop. Eleanor's breath hitched, realizing she had been caught red-handed. Seeing she could no longer lie, her sweet facade completely shattered, replaced by a venomous sneer.

"Fine!" she spat. "I hate her. She looks just like your late wife, and I refuse to play second best in this house. If you don't like it, divorce me. But remember our prenuptial agreement—I get half of everything, including this house!"