Chapter 3 - The Grand Ballroom Erupts Into Shocked Whispers And Silence
Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire, speculating on the identity of the simple-looking woman in the pastel-blue linen dress.
“Isn’t that... no, it couldn’t be; she died in that highway crash six years ago,” a prominent senator whispered loudly.
Julian ignored the murmurs of the elite guests, taking another slow, deliberate step closer to Clara.
“How is this possible? They told me your car burned completely on Route 9,” Julian said, his breathing becoming shallow.
“They lied to you, Julian,” Clara finally spoke, her voice trembling but carrying an undeniable ring of absolute truth.
Little Noah wrapped his small arms around Julian’s leg, looking up at his father with complete, unshakeable confidence.
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“I told you she was alive, Daddy. She reads me stories when nobody else is looking,” Noah repeated softly.
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