Vanessa: She has dementia, Victor! You can't trust what she says!
Victor: My mother may forget a lot of things, but she doesn't lie.
Vanessa: You are going to take the word of a sick old woman and a minimum-wage maid over your future wife?
Victor: I don't have to take anyone's word, Vanessa.
Vanessa: What does that mean?
Victor: It means I had security cameras installed in this hallway yesterday.
All the color drained from Vanessa's perfectly contoured face.
Vanessa: Cameras? Why would you do that without telling me?
Victor: Because I noticed bruises on my mother's arms last week.
Vanessa: She bumps into things! She is clumsy in that wheelchair.
Victor: I watched the live feed from my phone in the car, Vanessa.
Vanessa: Victor, please.
Victor: I heard every word you said to her. I saw you raise your hand.
Vanessa: I was just stressed! The gala is tonight, and everything is going wrong.
Victor: You tried to slap a defenseless elderly woman.
Vanessa: I wouldn't have actually hit her! I was just scaring her so she would be quiet.
Victor: That is not a defense, Vanessa. That is abuse.
Vanessa: I am sorry! I will never do it again. I promise.
Victor: You are right. You will never do it again.
Victor reached into his tuxedo jacket. He pulled out a small velvet box.
Vanessa: Victor, what are you doing?
Victor: Hand me the ring, Vanessa.
Vanessa: No! We are getting married. The invitations are already sent!
Victor: The wedding is canceled. Take the ring off right now.
Vanessa: You can't do this to me. I gave you three years of my life!
Victor: And you just tried to assault the woman who gave me life. The ring. Now.
Vanessa's face trembled. She slowly pulled the massive diamond engagement ring off her finger.