Chapter 141. Stages Regrets

Alexander’s POV

Cameras flash like lightning across a stormy sky, the air thick with tension. I stand there, jaw set, the words already rehearsed in my head—but still, I can’t believe Isabel is making me do this.

A public apology.

God.

But as my mother said earlier this morning, “If getting low is the only way to gain control, then get low. We’ll crawl beneath her feet if we must—until we’re ready to rise and flip her world upside down.”

And when we do, it’ll be her turn to choke on regret.

I inhale sharply through my nose, straighten my shoulders, and speak to the press with a calm I barely feel.

Then it comes—the reporter’s question. His voice cuts through the buzz.

“We see that your wif