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The moment he stepped into the hallway outside Alan’s office, shocked murmurs spread through the crowd immediately. “Mr. Williams?” “The tycoon himself?” “What is he doing here?” “Why would someone like him come here without notice?” “Oh my God…” The atmosphere shifted instantly. Everyone’s attention turned toward the entrance, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. Even the security guards looked nervous. Samantha’s expression collapsed the moment she recognized him. Fear flashed across her eyes instantly. Without wasting another second, she moved behind Alan, lowering her face slightly as though trying not to be noticed. Michael slowly lifted his head in shock. Even through my blurry vision, I managed to look weakly toward the entrance. The moment I saw him, relief crashed over me so powerfully that tears instantly filled my eyes again. My father. The powerful tycoon himself — Mr. Williams. His presence alone commanded authority. Several bodyguards surrounded him as

The fear in Isabella’s eyes was immediate and unmistakable. Her entire body stiffened the second the word “divorce” left Alan’s mouth. Confusion, panic, and disbelief crashed into her all at once as she stared at him. “Divorce?” she repeated shakily. “What are you talking about? What happened to Audrey? What did you do to her?” Alan exhaled heavily, clearly irritated by the flood of questions coming at him. He rubbed the back of his neck before shaking his head slowly. “Isabella,” he muttered impatiently, “why are you throwing so many questions at me at the same time? You already know what divorce means. And for the last time, I didn’t do anything to Audrey. She…” But Isabella refused to let him finish. “Then explain why she’s in the hospital!” she snapped loudly, her voice echoing across the room. “How did she end up there?” Alan paused for a moment and slowly licked his dry lips. He tilted his head upward as though struggling to contain his frustration. “If you had allowed me t

Alan’s expression tightened immediately after Isabella’s words echoed through the room—words about a family that had completely turned their backs on someone who loved them more than any of them deserve. His jaw clenched, his patience snapping in an instant. The calm, controlled façade he had maintained began to crack, replaced by irritation and open anger. With a sharp breath, he stepped forward and, without hesitation, he threw out a bold accusation that changed the entire atmosphere again. According to him, I had betrayed him in the worst possible way. He claimed that I had cheated on him openly, in broad daylight, with Michael, inside Michael’s office. He insisted it was not hearsay or misunderstanding—he said I had been caught “red-handed” and immediately reported. The moment those words left his mouth, the room shifted. The air felt heavier, as though everyone was trying to process the seriousness of the accusation. Isabella’s eyes widened slightly, not in acceptance, but in d

My father immediately moved closer to me, his attention fully fixed on me the moment the door closed behind Michael. The stern expression he usually carried around others softened the instant our eyes met. For the first time since I had awakened, I saw not the feared tycoon known by the world, but simply a worried father who had almost lost his daughter. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around me carefully, afraid of hurting my weak body. “I’m so glad to have you back, my beloved daughter,” he whispered emotionally against my hair. His voice trembled slightly. I slowly hugged him back despite my weakness. “I’m glad to be back too,” I whispered softly. “And I’m really happy to see you again.” For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. The warmth of his embrace made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Growing up, my father had always been a busy man — constantly traveling, attending meetings, managing companies, building empires. He loved us deep

A heavy silence settled across the room after my father’s question. No one moved. No one even seemed to breathe properly. The tension hanging in the air felt thick enough to suffocate me. My father’s sharp eyes remained fixed on me as he repeated slowly, “Young lady, I asked you a question. Who is Samantha?” His voice was calm, but I knew that tone. It was the tone he used whenever he expected honesty and nothing less. At that moment, I realized there was nothing left for me to protect anymore. There was no marriage left to save. No husband left to defend. No unborn child left for me to protect. No fake identity left to hide behind. Everything had already fallen apart. I slowly closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and finally allowed the truth to escape my lips. “Samantha is Alan’s mistress.” The confession instantly changed the atmosphere in the room. My mother stared at me in disbelief before amusement slowly crept into her expression. My father looked equally stunned. Across t