r your own son?" Frank's voi

her tone glacial. "She is the lady of this house. You

e, to his father. "Dad

cigar, the smoke unfurling in a pale ribbon abo

fact, I'm seriously considering whether you are fit to

e a physical blow. He s

asped. "You'

holding up his tablet. The screen glowed with a damning headline: 'Walters Heir's Airport Tryst with Preg

splashed across the internet, a caricature o

relentless, "if you insist on divorcing Cam

g the weight of h

nd your position as my heir, will be s

sinheritance. Th

he couldn't breathe. He bumped into a mahogany credenza

dawning horror in his eyes, as if he was only

d her finger, the only sign of the turbulent emotions swirling beneath her calm surface. The family's unified suppo

was trapped. Without the Walters name, th

voice a hoarse whisper. "What

m eased, just a fracti

-like. "First, that woman leaves this house

logize to Camille. A

t in public. You will attend events together. You will smile for the camer

, his knuckles white. Each demand was a fresh

oke again. Her voice was quiet, but

isag

the room swive

her own eyes clear and resolute. "I still

sink in befor

is is over." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the powerful family that was now, in a s