Chapter 3: The Unraveling
The ballroom transformed from a wedding celebration into a courtroom of public opinion. Guests were no longer sipping champagne; they were frantically typing on their phones, uploading the evidence to social media. Serena’s perfect image was dissolving in real-time.
"You thought I was just another wealthy heir you could manipulate, didn't you?" Julian asked, his voice calm, cold, and utterly terrifying. "You thought because I was 'blindly in love,' I wouldn't notice the discrepancy in the quarterly foundation reports. You underestimated me, Serena. I’m not just a groom; I’m the chairman of the board that has been auditing your charity for the last six months."
Serena backed away, her heels clattering against the mirrored floor. She tried to force a laugh, but it came out as a desperate, jagged sound. "Julian, please. We can talk about this. In private."
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"There is no private anymore," he said, stepping toward her. "There is only the truth."
He reached into the envelope again, pulling out a final document. It wasn't a photo. It was a warrant.
