Marrin didn't sleep that night.
She sat curled on the edge of the sofa, the broken wine glass long since cleaned up, the faint scent of blood still lingering on her skin. The video kept replaying in her mind — Calvin's voice, calm, deliberate, damning.
"If she keeps digging, none of us walk away clean."
The words felt like poison, slow and cold.
She tried to reason with herself. Maybe the video was edited. Maybe Derek had found a way to manipulate the footage. But deep down, she knew that tone — the careful restraint, the distance. Calvin's truth had always been hidden behind control.
And now it cut her open.
By morning, the city was already buzzing with the fallout of last night's charity scandal. Vivienne and Derek were denying everything, calling it a smear campaign. Reporters cam
