The silence after her words was deafening. Not the comfortable kind that comes when two people simply run out of things to say, but the charged, almost electric pause that follows a deliberate strike. My breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat, but I refused to let her see me flinch.
Betrayal is never just about the act—it’s about the moment you realize someone you trusted had been sharpening the knife long before you ever saw it coming. And in Julia’s case, I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d been blindsided or if I’d simply hoped, foolishly, that she wouldn’t stoop this low. The chaos inside me was absolute—a rush of heat from the fury, a sinking weight from the disappointment, and an icy edge of determination cutting straight through the middle.
But here’s the thing: I’d been preparing for this exact moment long before Julia ever thought to make her move. David Morrison had made sure of it. David wasn’t just my attorney—he was my confidant, my strategist, the one person who understood exactly how dangerous my own bloodline could be when money was involved.
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