MasukI didn’t sleep. It’s not like I didn’t try to. But every time I closed my eyes, Lucian’s voice replayed in my head. “Nathaniel stepped down from the case.” The words had sounded almost casual when he said them in the hallway. As if they were simply another fact in a long list of upcoming developments. But the implication behind them refused to leave me alone. Nathaniel had never warned me or even hinted that he would step away from the case. Not when we spoke privately. Not during the hearing. Not even afterward. Which meant something had happened after court. Something between him and Lucian. I turned onto my side and stared out the window, at the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Lucian’s next question echoed in my mind. Did you know he would? The way he had asked it hadn’t sounded curious. It had sounded… suspicious. As if he believed Nathaniel stepping away from the case had something to do with me. And if Lucian believed that, things co
The mansion felt different when I walked in that evening. To be fair, there were no visible differences. The furniture was still in the same places, and the marble floors still gleamed under the huge chandelier light. But something had shifted. And I felt that shift the moment the doors closed behind me. Two maids standing near the staircase stopped speaking when they saw me. One of them quickly lowered her gaze. The other gave a small nod before moving away. Everyone in the house knew what had happened in court today. They knew that Camilla had testified, which meant everyone in this house also knew something else: That someone from inside these walls had stood in a courtroom and told the truth. I walked further inside, my heels echoing softly against the marble floor. For the first time since Eva had moved in, I noticed something strange. The staff weren’t rushing to greet her this evening. They weren’t hovering nervously around her presence the way they had
The courthouse steps were completely chaos. Cameras flashed relentlessly as my legal team guided me toward the waiting car. Reporters called out questions, their voices constantly overlapping. Speculation, commentary, assumptions. Everyone had something to say. And I ignored them all. For me, noise had never been difficult to ignore. What I didn’t ignore was Claire. My soon-to-be ex-wife was standing near the entrance of the courthouse with Margot Sinclair, surrounded by the same swarm of cameras. For a moment the crowd shifted just enough for me to see her clearly. Our eyes met. She didn’t look angry in that moment. She didn’t even look triumphant after what had happened in the courtroom— after Margot had pulled out a surprising witness with a powerful testimony. Instead, she looked tired. The kind of fatigue that comes from carrying something heavy for far too long. For a second, the memory of Camilla’s voice returned. “Mrs. Dhark was waiting fo
The 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







