He knew. He knew I'd heard every word. And still he could say Addie like nothing had happened.
He really was the same as always. Perfectly composed. Every inch the well-bred heir.
I closed my eyes and forced the tears back. Then I turned toward him and bowed, deep and deliberate.
"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Swanson. I know my place now. You have my word — Adela Sullivan will never appear before you again or be an eyesore to you."
I grabbed Nora, who was still refusing to leave, and pulled her out of that room.
The second we stepped outside the club, a swarm of reporters descended. They'd been waiting.
Camera flashes erupted in the darkness, one after another, so relentless I could barely keep my eyes open.
Microphones were shoved in my face, the questions sharper than knives, each one more cutting than the last. The one they kept circling back to was how it felt to be abandoned by Jesse Swanson on my wedding day.
I pushed Nora into a corner behind me, shielding her, then reached for a handful of the microphones. My voice rang out, clear and unwavering.