"That's impossible."
Graham stared at the tablet's shattered screen on the floor, his voice dry and hoarse.
He seized his assistant by the collar. His eyes were bloodshot and terrifying.
"This is another one of Tessa's tricks, isn't it? She's still angry that I took Noah to the theater, so she forged a death certificate to frighten me."
His assistant struggled to breathe as they shakily held out a phone.
"Mr. Pierce, I just called the hospital to confirm it. Noah Brooks died despite emergency treatment. Ms. Brooks handled his cremation alone."
A deafening roar filled Graham's head. Everything he had believed about his world collapsed at once.
He shoved his assistant away and sprinted off the stage, knocking over several champagne towers without noticing.
Camille lifted her skirt an
