A small, terrifying smile.
Then she looked toward my parents.
“Tell her.”
Nobody moved.
My father looked away.
My mother’s face turned pale.
And suddenly I realized something.
Camille had not acted alone.
The missing money.
The forged signatures.
The humiliation tonight.
It wasn’t just her plan.
Someone else had been protecting her.
Someone inside our family.
Daniel followed my gaze.
And his face changed.
Because he understood it too.
He slowly lowered the microphone.
“Camille…”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Who helped you?”
She didn’t answer.
She only looked toward the entrance.
Toward the person who had just walked into the ballroom.
The person I never expected to see.
My hands went cold.
Because the person standing there was holding the original company records.
The records that proved who really authorized the theft.
And it wasn’t Camille.
It was someone who had spent twelve years pretending to love me.
