MasukThe courtroom remained still for several seconds after Camilla spoke. “Waiting for her husband to come home.” The words seemed to echo in settle over the room like dust after something had been destroyed. Then the murmuring began. It was like a ripple of whispers moving through the gallery as people leaned toward one another, murmuring things behind raised hands. I could hear the sound of keyboards clicking as reporters typed furiously. The judge struck the gravel against the bench. “Order!” The sound snapped the room back into place, and restored order to the court, but the tension remained thick in the air. I kept my gaze on the table in front of me, my hands clasped together so tightly, my fingers had began to ache. I had thought hearing the truth spoken in court might feel like vindication. I was wrong. It didn’t. Instead, it felt like standing naked in front of strangers. Every humiliation, every silent night, every moment I had pretended things were fine…
The courtroom stayed quiet long after Camilla finished speaking. “I saw things that made Mrs. Dhark very unhappy.” The words still hung in the air. Goosebumps rose on my skin. Every person in the room seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for what would come next. Across the aisle, Nathaniel stood very still beside Lucian. I watched him intensely. For the first time since the hearing began, something in his composure had shifted—just slightly. He had covered up his confusion in a second, but I had seen it. And I’m pretty sure Margot had seen it too. Margot rose slowly beside me. “Yes, Your Honor,” she said calmly. Nathaniel turned toward her as she stepped forward, her heels echoing softly across the courtroom floor. “Camilla,” she started gently, “you mentioned seeing things that troubled you.” Camilla nodded faintly. Margot paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch. This was the moment she had been waiting for. “Were those things connected to the articl
When Margot announced the witness, I immediately knew that something was wrong. “A member of the Dhark household staff.” The words had barely left her mouth before I realized who she was talking about. Camilla. For a moment, I thought I had misheard. Camilla had worked for my family longer than most people in that courtroom had been alive. She had been there when my father still ran the company. She had watched the mansion change hands, watched generations pass through its halls. And now she was walking toward the witness stand, seemingly to testify against me. To defend a woman she had just met five years ago— Claire. The courtroom murmured softly as Camilla slow approached the stand. Camilla moved carefully, as though each step required thought. I noticed her hands tremble slightly when she placed them on the rail of the stand to take the oath. I leaned back in my chair, studying her. Not angry. At least not yet. Mostly, I was honestly surprised. Beside me, Nathani
The courthouse hallway was already crowded when Margot and I arrived.Reporters were clustered near the entrance again, their voices low but eager, with cameras and microphones resting in their hands like weapons waiting to be used.I kept my eyes forward and my shoulders straight, but I could still hear them.Whispers and speculation follows us. “…the gold digger narrative…”“…financial records…”“…Dhark’s lawyers are destroying her case…”My chest tightened slightly, but I didn’t slow down.Margot guided me toward the courtroom doors.“Remember,” she murmured quietly beside me, “today they’re going to push the narrative harder.”I nodded.I had already expected that.Still, the words sat heavy in my chest as we stepped inside.The courtroom was quieter than the hallway, but the tension felt thicker.Lucian was already seated at the defense table. His posture was relaxed as he casually flipped through a document while speaking quietly with Nathaniel.Nathaniel had several documents
Camilla didn’t say anything else.She just stood in front of me, with her hands clasped tightly in front of her apron, her gaze fixed somewhere on the tiled floor.I could see the conflict reflecting on her face. And for a long moment, neither of us spoke.Finally, she looked up to meet my gaze, and let out a quiet breath.“I have worked for the Dhark family for almost three decades, Claire.”Her voice was gentle, but there was a heaviness in it that made my chest tighten.I nodded slowly. I knew she had been here for a long time. Camilla had been part of this house long before I ever stepped through its doors. She had known Lucian since he was a little boy. But then she continued.“Your husband’s family… they have helped mine for many years.” Her voice was sad and reflective. “When my brother was sick…” She paused then, as though the memory itself was difficult to say out loud. “Mr. Dhark paid for his treatments.”I blinked in surprise.I hadn’t known that.Camilla swallowed before
The name refused to leave my mind.Caroline Reed.I stared at the document on my laptop for so long that the letters began to blur together.Out of everyone Lucian could have found, he had chosen her.Caroline was my former roommate. My closest friend during the years when my life had been a struggle of shared groceries, thrift clothes and dreams that seemed impossibly far away.Someone who knew exactly how desperate I had once been to escape that life.Someone who knew the version of me that existed before I met Lucian Dhark.My phone buzzed on the desk.It was Margot.“Did you see the witness list?” she asked as soon as I answered.“Yes.”“And?” She urged me to say more. I leaned back slowly in my chair, feeling beads of sweat gathering on my forehead. “He found Caroline.” I stated. “My best friend from college.”Margot was quiet for a moment. “That’s not an accident,” she said finally.“I know.”The man I married didn’t do accidents. He did strategy.And Caroline was the perfect







