Security restrained Victoria as she screamed and struggled.
“Take her away,” Charles ordered coldly. “I am ending this marriage. Immediately.”
The music stopped. The ballroom stood frozen in disbelief.
Holding his son tightly, Charles turned to Sofia—who now trembled with relief.
“You saved my child,” he said. “You are the only honest person in this house. I will never forget that.”
Oliver, safe in his father’s arms, looked at Sofia and managed a small smile.
Justice had not come from wealth or power that night.
It came from the quiet courage of someone who refused to stay silent.
Sometimes true nobility isn’t found in a designer gown or a tailored suit.
Sometimes it wears a simple uniform—and chooses to speak when no one else will.
