Victoria’s face contorted. For a second, the mask fell completely, revealing raw fury. “You’re betraying me,” she hissed.
My father’s eyes were wet. “No,” he said softly. “I’m telling the truth.”
Victoria turned, scanning the room wildly, searching for allies.
Paige stood behind her, face pale, lips parted in shock. She looked like someone realizing her entire world was built on a lie she never questioned.
Judge Holl nodded toward the side of the stage again. “We have one additional witness,” he said. “Helen Briggs.”
Helen rose from her table and walked forward with the steady calm of a woman who’d already survived what Victoria thought was unthinkable.
She took the microphone and faced the ballroom. “I’m not here for drama,” she said. “I’m here because Victoria has done this before.”
Victoria’s breath hitched. “Who are you?” she snapped, though her eyes showed she knew.
Helen continued, voice firm. “She targeted successful men, gained access, and drained assets. She used charm. She used social standing. And she relied on people being too embarrassed to speak.”
Victoria lunged forward. “This is—this is harassment!” she shouted. “This is an ambush!”