Chloe’s hand flew to her mouth.
Julian lunged toward the technician. “Turn that off!”
Security intercepted him before he reached the stage.
Gasps spread through the crowd as messages appeared on the screen.
“Don’t worry about Clarissa. She has nowhere to go.”
“Wear the necklace tonight. Let her see what a real woman looks like.”
“After the Vance deal closes, I’ll file for divorce. She’ll leave with nothing.”
Clarissa stopped breathing.
She had expected humiliation.
She had expected betrayal.
But she had not expected proof that Julian had planned to discard her only after using her unseen connection to pursue her father’s empire.
Arthur looked murderous.
Julian turned desperately. “Those are taken out of context.”
Clarissa’s voice cut through the room. “Which context makes that loving?”
No one spoke.
Chloe began crying, but her tears had no softness in them. They were sharp, angry tears of a woman realizing the staircase she climbed had been built over a trapdoor.
