The silence shattered instantly as heads turned in confusion and fear.
Elliot froze, his breath catching as if the air had been pulled from his lungs.
“I know this is inconvenient,” her voice continued calmly, “especially for my husband, who has been preparing for this day for quite some time.”
Rachel’s fingers tightened around her purse while her face drained of color.
From the back, a woman stood up and walked forward with calm precision, holding a folder filled with documents.
“My name is Catherine Doyle,” she said clearly, “and I represent Naomi Graves in all legal and financial matters.”
Elliot turned sharply toward her, his voice already losing control as he said, “What is this supposed to be?”
Catherine handed documents to a notary and a detective who had quietly positioned himself near the entrance.
“This is the beginning of the truth,” she replied, her tone calm and cutting.
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