Jonathan stared at me, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Post a statement online right now, admit everything you said in that previous livestream was just raving nonsense from a mental breakdown after losing your kid and your parents. Then make a public apology to me and Jasmine."
I stood there, my body swaying slightly from weakness, but my spine was ramrod straight.
"Apologize?" I curled my lip in disdain. "Jonathan, not a chance."
Jasmine shrieked, "Queenie! Don't look a gift horse in the mouth! Jonathan is doing you a favor here!"
Jonathan sighed. "Stop throwing a fit. If you just do as you're told, you can still be Mrs. Smith."
"Mrs. Smith?" I repeated the three words, and they tasted like ash in my mouth, thick with bitter irony. I let out a shar
