The headlines had been screaming for seventy-two hours.
Elara sat in the silence of her own apartment—her apartment, not the Harrington penthouse, not the Blackwood estate, not any of the properties tied to either man's name—and watched the war being fought over her on a muted television screen.
The scroll at the bottom told her everything she needed to know:
VALE FILES: The Documents Harrington Tried to Bury
Power Marriage or Strategic Alliance? Inside Elara's Choice
HALE SPEAKS: "She Deserved the Truth"
Harrington Legal Team Denies All Allegations, Cites "Selective Leaking"
Public Opinion Divided: Victim or Villain?
Her image flashed across the screen—a photograph from two years ago, at some charity gala, smiling in a gown Lucas had chosen, standing where his publicist had positioned her. She didn't recognize that woman anymore.
