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My voice trailed off, the weight settling heavily upon my shoulders. The man's gaze softened, his hardened exterior briefly giving way to a flicker of empathy. "I understand your disbelief, Eden. It's a heavy burden to bear, to learn the truth about those you trusted. But the truth has a way of revealing itself, no matter how painful it may be," he said, his tone gentle yet tinged with resignation.

“And you’ve known this for how long?” “A while.” I looked at him again. “And you just let it sit like this?” “I didn’t have enough to challenge it.” “That didn’t stop them.” “That’s because they’re not trying to find the truth.” Silence. Heavy. Real. I straightened slightly, something settling in my chest. Not fear. Not confusion. Something sharper. “They’re pushing a narrative,” I said. “Yes.” “Then we break it.” Julian’s gaze sharpened slightly. “That’s not simple.”

I asked quietly, my knuckles turning white on the railing. “Stop exaggerating,” she said dismissively. “As I said, we buried it well. The only people who know the full truth are your father, me, and David. And though you and David aren’t on good terms, he won’t speak. He signed an ironclad agreement with your father. He knows what would happen if he broke it.” “I know all that,” I muttered. “But part of me still feels nervous. Like karma is finally catching up.” “I only feel nervous,” I admitted after a long pause. “As for karma… I don’t think it will happen because I’ve been living with the guilt of what happened for the last ten years. As long as her death is on my hands, I’ll never have p

"We're not walking away." Valeria gazed down at the keycard in her hand, its weight far heavier than its slim profile indicated. This wasn't metal and code—it was blood, sacrifice, a family name that had built empires and then disappeared into shadows. "I never volunteered," she breathed. Loyd's face softened, even as the weight that hung over them remained. "No one volunteers to carry the burden of truth. But others are born to bear it." Kc stood at her side. "And you're not carrying it alone."

“What’s the truth? You know something.” She was trembling now, but it wasn’t only from the threat in front of her. It was the pull of the truth. The hunger for it. She had searched for so long. And she had never felt this close. Olivia smiled, refusing to give her what she wanted. “Sarah, remember what I told you at the start. People have died to keep that truth buried. One more won’t matter.” Her tone turned colder, more matter-of-fact. “And you’ve been making them angry lately. Even if I can’t finish this today, someone else will. More people will come.”

"Why couldn't you have permitted a tribunal? Because she would have been the only one speaking the truth?" "The truth," the Home Secretary tribunal, "is that she had been employed by the intelligence services for approximately ten years. Who did she think she was? What did she think she was doing? What material did she consider she was watching every day? Where would I be if every person working for MI6 or MI5 vision of truth could trump their duty to this country? We're in the heart of a war," he continued. "In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?"

My voice shook as I stared at Alex. Alex let out a cold laugh, pulling Brooke closer to him. "We're getting divorced anyway. Why do you care about this stuff?" Brooke walked over with false concern, trying to take my hand. "Ms. Shaw, please don't blame Mr. Carter. It's because I was weak during my pregnancy and was afraid of damaging those precious things..." "Don't touch me!" I jerked my hand away like I'd been burned. She cried out in surprise, swooning backward with delicate fragility. Alex caught her swiftly, checking her anxiously from head to toe.

Rebecca got stuck with the bills and a child to raise on her own. Patrick and Nancy, spoiled by years of luxury, whined for fancy foods every single day. While Rebecca slaved away at work, they could not be bothered to watch the kid, who ended up taking a fatal tumble from the balcony. That was the last straw for Rebecca. She lost it and torched the rental place with herself, Patrick, Nancy, and all their memories inside. Not even ashes were left. When the news hit me, my heart skipped a beat, then settled down just as fast. Maybe that was always where her road was headed.

Turned. Marc collapsed onto the couch—elbows on knees, head in hands, water still dripping from his hair onto the cushions. “They’re cutting me.” Damien knelt in front of him—hands on Marc’s thighs, steadying, grounding. “They won’t. Not if we fight.” “How?” Marc’s voice broke—cracked open, raw. “Everyone knows now. Photos. Audio. The chain. They’ve got everything.” Damien cupped his face—thumbs brushing wet cheeks, wiping rain and tears Marc hadn’t realized were there. “Then we stop hiding. Joint statement. Truth. We’ve been in love since college. Marriage was paper. No conflict—only love.”

She never once said it was a child she had given birth to! The moment those words landed, the room erupted again. Smiling, I patted Susan on the shoulder. "Thank you, Susie. I’ll tell everyone the rest of the truth." With that, I projected a video onto the large screen. The footage clearly showed Sophia from years ago, sneaking over and placing the cardboard box with the baby at our doorstep. Sophia’s face turned deathly pale. "So she was the one who dumped the baby at someone else’s door, and then accused them of stealing the child. That’s shameless beyond belief!"