Audrey sent a message: "The video is already playing in the venue."
Seated in the airport lounge, I watched the live feed on my phone screen, a wry smile curling my lips.
In the frame, Alpha Abe stood at the centre of the hall, his face ashen.
The footage played with unflinching clarity:
his collusion with the driver to cause my miscarriage—but not to kill me outright—his payment to Andy to terminate my pregnancy, and his tender moments with Alice in the hospital ward.
Every truth was laid bare in that moment.
The banquet hall erupted in an uproar.
"Good heavens, he actually..."
"Killed his own child with his own hands? That's utterly heartless..."
"So that 'accident' was his doing..."
"Is he mad? Rejecting the noble White Wolf bloodline child, insisting on having an om
