Hazel's POV
“Good evening,” I said into the microphone, my hands steadier than I ever expected them to be, “before we begin tonight’s program, my husband and I have something important to share with all of you.”
The theater was full, exactly as Vivian had wanted, every seat filled with donors, reporters, and photographers whose cameras had already begun flashing the moment Julian and I stepped onto the stage together.
Julian took the microphone from me gently, his eyes scanning the crowd once before he began speaking, his voice carrying none of the hesitation I knew he must have felt underneath.
“Twelve years ago, my father made a decision that destroyed a family who helped build this company from nothing,” he said clearly. “Tonight, we are correcting that record, publicly and permanen
