Scarlett’s POV
Chaos, but this time not the kind David wanted. Reporters surged forward, microphones shoved, cameras flashing wildly. Guests whispered, some gasping in disbelief, others glaring openly at David now, suspicion and disgust on their faces.
“What do you say to this evidence, Mr. White?” a journalist shouted.
David’s face twisted, caught between fury and desperation. He opened his mouth, but the noise drowned him out.
For once, he wasn’t the one controlling the narrative.
And then, silence fell again, for just one suspended heartbeat. Every camera fixed on me, waiting for the final blow.
I clutched the papers to my chest, staring at David.
“You’ve taken everything from me,” I said, voice steady despite the tears burning my eyes. “But you won’t take this. Not my voice. Not
