Chapter 55

Isabella glared up at him, defiant—but eventually relented, allowing herself to be dragged away by her husband, out of the spotlight.

The silence lingered.

Nathan turned gently to Elena. “Are you alright?”

Elena nodded slowly. “I’m fine, Nathan.”

Mrs. Sonia stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Your ex-husband truly has no shame.”

Elena let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “No. If his son hadn’t died… he wouldn’t have even thought of asking for forgiveness.”

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It was late at night when the inauguration party ended. One by one, the decorative lights were turned off, leaving the building quiet, save for the faint sounds of staff cleaning up.

Meanwhile, at home, Elena sat in the living room with a cup of chamomile tea. She was still in the elegant dress she had worn to the event, though her heels had long been abandoned. Her legs were propped up on the sofa, and she occasionally closed her eyes, trying to shake off