Chapter Twenty
Soren's Pov
When my phone started buzzing nonstop during the board meeting, I knew something was wrong. The tension in the room was thick already, half the directors still saw me as a scandal waiting to happen. I excused myself, walked into the hallway, and checked the notifications lighting up my screen.
Every message said the same thing.
Turn on the news.
I opened the nearest conference room door and turned on the monitor mounted on the wall. The headline hit like a hammer.
“Knight Heir’s Husband Under Fire, Secret Payouts Uncovered.”
I stared at the screen, watching the words twist into something cruel. The report played clips of our wedding, our interviews, moments stolen from cameras that never stopped watching. And then it showed the receipts. Bank transfers.
