The reporters below the stage had already begun whispering among themselves.
Wesley finally walked toward the backstage area with a darkened face.
He pushed open the door and found the room empty.
Only the white dress I had changed out of lay quietly on the table.
Wesley stared at that white dress for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.
"She can't leave."
The assistant stood at the door, not daring to speak.
The pressure around Wesley was terrifyingly low.
"The Hayes family doesn't want her, and no one outside will dare take her in. She won't last until dawn. She'll come back on her own."
Only then did he reach out for the documents on the table.
On the first page were the words: Notice of Termination of the Kept Relationship.
Beside it was another piece of paper.
It was a ph
