The tension in the room was suffocating. Reporters clutched their microphones, some holding their breath, waiting for Ever's response.
Ever swallowed, her grip tightening around the microphone. She had known this confrontation was inevitable, but not like this not in a room full of strangers dissecting her every word.
She glanced at Allesandro. His expression was unreadable, but she could see it the storm raging beneath his surface. His usual arrogance was absent. Instead, there was something far more raw, something dangerous.
And then, her gaze shifted to Nathaniel. He was standing tall, shoulders squared, defending her in a way Allesandro never had.
The irony was painful.
Finally, Ever exhaled softly, her voice firm but controlled.
"It's true."
A wave of murmurs swept through the room.
She lifted her chin, ignoring the camera flashes as she met the expectant gazes of the reporters.
