Mira's POV
The morning sun barely pierced the curtains when Brielle's scream shattered the peace of Callum Mansion.
"I want Daddy! I want Miss Astrid!"
Mira bolted upright, her heart hammering as she rushed to Brielle's room. Her daughter stood in the center of the floor, tiny fists clenched, face blotchy and red. The carefully arranged dollhouse Mira had set up last night lay overturned, miniature furniture scattered like debris from an explosion.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mira knelt, reaching for her daughter.
Brielle jerked away. "Don't touch me! You made Daddy sad! You made him cry on TV!"
The accusation hit like a physical blow. Brielle had seen Kieran's public confession—his tears, his broken apologies, his declaration of love. To a four-year-old, it looked like
