The ballroom had gone quiet. Too quiet.Moments ago, laughter, music, and the sound of champagne glasses filled the air. Now there was just stillness — heavy, awkward, waiting.Eva stood in the center of it, her words still hanging between them like smoke.“So tell me, Alistair,” she had said, calm but sharp, “what have you ever earned?”And that was it. That was the knife.Because everyone knew the truth — that Alistair Thorne, with his perfect smile and perfect suit and perfect life — had never lifted a hand for anything.And now he couldn’t speak. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.He looked like a man who’d just realized the world had stopped applauding.The silence stretched.People shifted in their seats. Someone coughed. Somewhere in the back, a waiter dropped a fork, and the sound echoed through the room.Eva didn’t move. She didn’t gloat. She just watched him — steady, unafraid.Lucian stood beside her, not saying a word, but something flickered in his eyes. Pride. Maybe
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