Alexander's grip was unrelenting, his fingers digging into Amy's wrist with crushing force. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as white-hot pain shot up her arm.

She locked eyes with him, her voice steady despite the throbbing ache. "I heard you perfectly. What's next?"

Nathan, oblivious to the tension, blurted out, "What's next? You beg Victoria's forgiveness, obviously!"

Dominic exhaled quietly. If Amy had any intention of apologizing, she wouldn't have asked that question. Her defiance was clear as day.

Alexander's icy gaze bore into Amy. "Final warning. Apologize to Victoria."

A humorless smile curved Amy's lips. "How many times have you demanded I grovel before her, Alexander? If you're not tired of hearing yourself, I'm certainly tired of listening."

Her smirk widened. "You two seem addicted to apologies. Shall I hire a team to apologize to you nonstop?"

Nathan's face turned crimson. "You're clearly in the wrong, yet you refuse to make amends? Where's your shame?"

Amy shrugged, her tone dripping with indifference. "If you're so certain of my crimes, Nathan darling, call the authorities yourself. I'll wait right here."

Nathan's finger shook as he pointed at her, words failing him in his rage.

Then the pressure increased - a searing agony that made her vision blur. She paled visibly, her breath hitching, but Alexander's grip didn't relent.

"Mr. Blackwood." Amy knew better than to play tough now. "You're breaking my wrist."

His fingers tightened further. "Still no apology?"

Nathan cheered, "That's the way, Alex! Show this woman she can't disrespect Victoria!"

Cold sweat beaded on Amy's forehead, her skin ghostly white. "If you fracture my wrist, I'll have you charged with assault. Or perhaps..."

She forced a mocking smile. "This could qualify as domestic violence. Imagine the headlines: 'Blackwood Enterprises CEO Accused of Abuse.' The media would feast on that."

The pressure vanished instantly. Amy cradled her injured wrist, already seeing the dark bruises forming.

A flicker of something crossed Alexander's eyes.

Dissatisfied, Nathan protested, "Did you hear that, Alex? She's threatening you! You can't let her get away with this. She's probably just trying to manipulate-"

Dominic clamped a hand over Nathan's mouth. "Enough. This is between husband and wife."

He turned to Victoria. "Ms. Langley, perhaps we should give them privacy."

Victoria's voice was honey-sweet. "Alex, maybe Ms. Sinclair just needs some time alone. Being cooped up at home can be stressful."

Nathan snorted. "Stressful? She's a pampered housewife! What could possibly stress her? Unless..." His smirk was vile. "Maybe she needs male company to unwind."

Dominic dragged Nathan away. "Come on, let's wait inside."