The media hall was packed—cameras lined in rows, flashing relentlessly, reporters murmuring like a swarm of bees. Ever stepped up to the podium in a cream silk dress, soft makeup, her hair loosely tied. She held baby Eandro gently in her arms, flanked by Isla and Leo. Dorothy stood behind, ready to step in.
A hush fell over the crowd as Ever adjusted the mic.
"Good afternoon," she began, her voice steady.
"I know you all have questions. So today, I want to give you answers—not just for the media, but for my children, for myself… and for the man I almost married."
A few gasps were heard.
"Yes, I was meant to marry Dr. Nathaniel Carter."
She paused.
"And I do love him. I did. But love…" she looked at her son, then to the twins, "…sometimes isn't enough if it's not whole. And during my wedding, fate chose a louder voice than my own."
Murmurs broke out. Cameras clicked furiously.
A reporter called out, "Are you saying Mr. Wales is the father of all three children?"
Ever nodded.
