Chapter ElevenPriya sent the clip four seconds after the call connected. Wren watched it standing barefoot on Alaric's office floor, still in his shirt, her own dress crumpled somewhere near the couch, and felt her stomach fold in on itself with every word out of Camille's mouth.Camille sat across from a news anchor in a studio too bright for the story she was telling, dressed in soft gray, composed, sympathetic, every inch the woman being forced into an uncomfortable truth rather than the one writing it herself."I've worked beside Alaric Voss for a decade," Camille said, voice steady, eyes glistening at exactly the right moment. "I've watched him build something extraordinary. I've also watched him become someone I don't recognize when it comes to the Ashby family. What started as business became personal a long time ago, and I believe Wren Ashby became a tool in that, whether she understood it at the time or not."The anchor leaned in. "Are you saying Ms. Ashby was aware of Mr. V
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