The ballroom buzzes with a nervous energy even as the music swells once more, filling the space with a soothing melody. Guests murmur among themselves, their gazes flicking occasionally toward where Ethan slunk off in defeat. Despite the lingering tension, the atmosphere begins to shift, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
Jack is by my side, his hand warm and steady in mine, anchoring me in the aftermath of the confrontation. The fire in my chest—the adrenaline that fueled my words—has settled into a quiet hum of triumph. For years, I’ve dreamed of standing up to Ethan, of exposing him for the manipulative, self-serving man he is. Now that it’s done, I feel lighter, as if I’ve shed a skin that no longer fits.
Jack leans closer, his voice low and soothing. “Are you sure you’re o
