Chapter 2: The Gallery of Betrayal
The photograph wasn't of an affair. It was worse.
It was a bank ledger—a digital screenshot of the Global Children’s Charity—the very organization Serena claimed to run. In the photo, millions of dollars were being siphoned into a private holding company owned by a shell corporation registered in Serena’s mother’s name.
"Every penny," Julian’s voice boomed, amplified by the hall's sound system. "Every donation meant for cancer research, diverted to pay for your 'lavish lifestyle' and this very wedding."
Gasps rippled through the room like a shockwave. Serena’s hand flew to her mouth, her tiara slipping slightly. She had built her entire reputation on philanthropy, using the prestige of the charity to climb the social ladder.
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"That’s a forgery!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "Julian, stop this! You’re making a scene!"
"The scene hasn't even started," Julian replied. He tapped his phone, and the massive projection screens behind them—meant to show a montage of their "love story"—flickered to life. Instead of photos of them in Paris, the screens displayed a timeline of wire transfers, email exchanges between Serena and offshore bankers, and photos of her meeting with known financial criminals.
