Claude handed me an envelope.
I held it in my hands, unsure if I wanted to open it. After all the noise, all the accusations, the betrayal and confusion—I wasn't sure I had the strength to look at one more headline. But something in his eyes made me pause. For once, Claude wasn't cold. He wasn't wearing his CEO mask. He wasn't commanding or composed.
He was... still.
Waiting.
I broke the seal.
The envelope held a printed file. No logo. No branding. Just truth.
The first page was a timeline—photos and screencaps of Lily Liviana and her so-called "boyfriends." Her statements in interviews. Dated. Matched with exact moments she had claimed Claude was hers. I flipped to the second page and found the article quotes. The podcast transcript. The clear contradiction when she said she was "madly in love with Director Han" only two weeks after publicly claiming Claude proposed to her in France.
My fingers tightened on the edge of the paper.
