Florence's POV The impostor’s face faltered, his act cracking like shattered glass.“You don’t,” I hissed, taking another step closer, trembling with rage. “Because you’re not him. You’re a parasite. A coward hiding behind someone else’s skin.”For a moment, silence scorched the room. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. I turned sharply to Anthony, my eyes burning. “Look at him. Look at me. And tell me you trust him more than you trust me.”Anthony didn’t answer immediately. His silence was a blade hovering over me. But I held his gaze anyway, desperate, furious, unyielding.“Trust me,” I whispered, almost broken, but with steel in every syllable. “Because I am telling you the truth.”Anthony’s stare was unreadable, carved from stone. “Trust you? When every piece of evidence points to the opposite?” His voice was sharp, cutting. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folder, tossing it onto the desk. Pages spilled out—bank records, photographs, contracts—all stamped with
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