Nathan Prescott barely had time to react as Amy Sinclair's foot connected with his abdomen. The unexpected blow sent him reeling backward, his body colliding violently with the side table. Porcelain cups shattered across the tile floor in a cacophony of breaking china.

Victoria Langley instinctively moved to steady Nathan, but her bandaged hand failed her. She tumbled down beside him, landing amidst the sharp fragments. Blood immediately bloomed across her exposed skin where the shards bit into her flesh.

The door swung open with a sharp creak. Alexander Blackwood froze in the doorway, his sharp gaze taking in the chaotic scene. "What the hell is going on here?"

Nathan groaned from his undignified position on the floor. Seeing Alexander only fueled his anger. He scrambled up, finger jabbing toward Amy's hospital bed.

"Alex! Your supposedly bedridden wife just took out two grown adults with one kick! Either she's the greatest actress alive or some kind of goddamn ninja! And look at Victoria - she's bleeding everywhere because of this psycho!"

Alexander's eyes flicked between Amy, who sat composed in bed, and Victoria who trembled among the broken porcelain. Blood streaked her arms and legs where the glass had sliced her.

Victoria bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, silent tears tracking down her cheeks as she attempted to rise. Her injured arm made the effort futile, only resulting in more cuts from the debris.

Alexander's jaw tightened. In one fluid motion, he scooped Victoria from the floor.

"Clean this up," he ordered Nathan, voice like ice. "I'm taking Victoria to get treated."

Nathan glared at Amy, but she'd already closed her eyes, her face an impassive mask. With a frustrated growl, he called for cleanup - not for Amy's sake, but certain Alexander would return to deal with his wife once Victoria was cared for.

...

An hour later, the door reopened. Victoria now sat primly in a wheelchair, fresh bandages visible beneath her sleeves. Amy barely glanced up from her phone before returning to her scrolling.

Alexander's brow furrowed at Amy's indifference. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

"No," Amy replied without looking up.

Nathan scoffed loudly as he pushed the wheelchair. "Of course she doesn't! She orchestrated this whole thing! From the car crash to shoving Victoria into the glass - she's clearly unhinged!"

Alexander's gaze remained locked on Amy. "Is that true?"

Amy finally met his eyes, her expression bored. "Believe whatever you want."

The dismissal in her tone was unmistakable.

Victoria's tears began anew. "Ms. Sinclair, you've completely misunderstood my relationship with Alex. We're not-"

Amy's lips twisted into a humorless smile. "Are you certain about that, Ms. Langley?"