Arabella's POV
The morning after the gala, I woke up to a world that had completely changed.
My phone was exploding. Forty-three notifications. Text messages from people I hadn't spoken to in years, congratulating me on the "beautiful reunion." Emails from journalists requesting interviews. A voicemail from a morning show producer who wanted me to tell my "incredible story of survival and second chances."
I deleted everything without reading most of it.
Liam was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with his toy boats arranged in a perfect semicircle. He looked up when I entered and beamed.
"Mummy! You're on the telly!"
I froze. "What?"
Sure enough, there I was on the morning news—a clip from the gala, Damian standing at the podium, introducing me as his wife
