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I shake my head. “You’re wrong. If you’re here to stir up trouble, you’re wasting your time.”

She smirks, but I can see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes now. She knows she’s losing this battle.

“You really think people care about your ‘shelter’ or whatever it is you’re doing now?

Please.

The only reason you’ve managed to hold on to Theo is because you’ve convinced him you’re some kind of savior.

But I’m telling you, it’s all a lie.

He’ll move on from you just like he did with me.”

I take a deep breath, standing up, my hands steady.

“You don’t know anything about us.

And you don’t get to speak for Theo or anyone else.

People see through your lies.

You’re not the victim here.

You’re the one who caused the pain, and it’s about time the world saw that.”

I glance around the room, noting the cameras now focused on us, the crew trying to pretend they’re not listening, but I know they are.

The tension in the air is thick and palpable. I turn back to her.

“You’re a liar, and everyone knows it. Maybe it’s time you finally take responsibility for what you did, instead of dragging others down with you.”

Her face flushes, the rage in her eyes flashing for just a second before she forces a smile. But it’s too late. The seed of doubt has been planted.

I turn to the interviewer, who looks stunned but impressed. “I’m happy to answer any more questions you have, but I think it’s clear this woman has a vendetta.”

The room is silent for a moment before the interviewer nods, breaking the tension.

“Miss Carter, why don’t you step out and let us finish the interview.”

“I was…”

“No need to argue,” she says calmly as she gestures for security. Within minutes, she’s escorted away.

I’m certain this isn’t over.

“I apologize, Miss Simmons. She wasn’t invited today; I’m not certain why she’s here. I’ll be honest, I thought she was part of your shelter.”

“No ma’am, just a manipulative woman who likes to twist the narrative for attention.”

As we continue the interview, I can feel Theo’s presence in the back of my mind, his support behind every word I speak. I don’t need to fight her alone. Not anymore.

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THEO

The door slams behind me harder than I intended, the sound ricocheting through the quiet house. My chest heaves as I pace the length of the living room, one hand tangled in my hair, the other clenched at my side.

Grace’s interview plays on repeat in my mind—her poised expression, her calm, measured words—and the bile rises in my throat when I think about Alexia’s pathetic attempt to derail it.

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