Inside the grand cathedral, candlelight danced across ancient stone walls and stained-glass windows. Victor stood confidently in his sharp black tuxedo, raising a glass of champagne with a charming smile as guests celebrated around him.
Suddenly, chaos erupted. A young maid stumbled toward him, her white uniform torn and soaked in blood. Her face was streaked with tears and crimson red dripping from her mouth.
“Why are you treating me like this?” she cried out, her voice echoing through the sacred hall.
Victor turned, still holding his glass. At first, a smirk played on his lips. But as she reached for him with blood-stained hands, his expression changed.
“Because I was told to,” he said coldly at first. Then his voice softened, eyes widening with regret. “And I was wrong.”
The maid stared at him in disbelief, her body shaking with sobs. She had only wanted to serve, to survive in a world that had already taken so much from her. Now she stood broken in front of the man she once trusted.
Victor’s hand trembled around the champagne flute. A single tear rolled down his cheek as the weight of his betrayal hit him. He had followed orders from powerful people who saw her as disposable.
The party guests froze, watching the dramatic scene unfold in the middle of the elegant event.
In that moment of raw honesty, Victor realized too late what he had done. He had destroyed an innocent soul for status and money
