Earlier, in the grand ballroom…
When Vicky and Liam left and most of the guests had dispersed, Sarah's parents made their move. They had been waiting for this moment—waiting until the crowd was gone, until the glitter of smiles and polite laughter no longer masked the betrayal simmering beneath.
"Benjamin, we need to talk," Dwayne Meyer said, his voice low but razor-sharp. The anger on his face couldn't be mistaken as well.
The Meyers and the Knights withdrew to the host's private room. Once the doors closed behind them, civility shattered.
*SLAP!*
The sound echoed like a gunshot.
Lisa Meyer's palm struck Benjamin Knight's cheek, her eyes blazing with fury. Gasps filled the room.
No one had expected it—least of all Benjamin, head of the Knight family, far more powerful and wealthy than the Meyers.
But instead of anger, Benjamin only stood still, his jaw tight, bearing it like a man shouldering a burden he knew was partly his fault.
