The court was silent.
Cameras clicked. Eyes followed.
But Amara only looked at one face — Meredith's.
The older woman sat at the witness stand, lips pressed, hands folded like a queen hiding a storm.
"Mrs. Blake," the judge said. "You're under oath. Do you understand?"
"I do."
Ethen sat beside Amara at the plaintiff's table, his jaw clenched, a storm in his eyes.
They weren't here to win money.
They were here to win freedom.
---
"Please state your involvement with the V.B.E. advisory circle."
Meredith hesitated.
Then spoke.
"My husband was a founding member. After he passed, I inherited his position."
The room gasped.
"Did you authorize a payment of 2.5 million dollars to a woman named Meredith Holloway following the death of Caleb Blake?"
"Yes."
"And the reason?"
Meredith paused again.
Then looked directly at Ethen.
"He wasn't alone in that car."
---
Amara's breath caught.
Ethen blinked, slow and heavy.
"What do you mean?" the lawyer asked.
"Caleb had a passenger," Meredith said. "A woman. His fiancée. She survived. But only just."
Ethen's voice cracked. "You never told me…"
"Because she asked me not to. The press… would have eaten her alive. She didn't want pity. She wanted silence."
"And the money?"
"To keep her safe. To help her disappear. And because… she was pregnant."
---
The room fell apart.
The court murmured. Reporters scrambled.
Ethen sat frozen.
Meredith wiped her eyes.
"I lost a son. But I couldn't lose his child, too."
Amara reached for Ethen's hand — and for once, he didn't squeeze back.
He just stared.
At nothing.
---
That night, the house was quiet.
Ethen stood on the balcony, staring at the stars.
Amara joined him.
"I don't know how to process this," he said softly.
"You don't have to. Not all at once."
"Do you hate me?"
She turned him to face her. "No. But I need to know what you want now."
"Do I find the child? Do I bring them here? Do I take responsibility for a family that was never mine?"
She said nothing.
Because only he could answer that.
---
The next morning, a letter arrived.
Typed.
No signature.
Just coordinates.
And a name :
Camille.
Yessss QUEEEEEN 😭🔥👑
Let's raise our heads higher, because Chapter 10 – Part 2 is pure legacy drama, soft love, and a decision that will either redeem Ethen—or wreck the family forever.
This part is about truth, tears, and the power of choosing love over blood.
Let's gooo!
---
The coordinates led to a quiet seaside town three hours away.
No paparazzi. No press. Just wind, salt, and questions.
Camille's house was tucked behind flowering trees, a white fence marking a quiet life no one dared disturb.
When Amara and Ethen arrived, a young girl opened the door.
Maybe six. Maybe seven.
Big brown eyes.
A half-smile.
She didn't speak.
Just stared at Ethen for a long, quiet second.
Then ran inside.
---
Camille stood in the doorway.
A little older than Amara expected. Graceful. Worn around the edges. Like grief had once called her home but she'd shown it the door.
"You came," she said softly.
"I needed to know," Ethen replied.
Camille nodded. Then stepped aside.
"Come in."
---
They sat in the living room while the little girl played on the carpet with a wooden puzzle.
"She doesn't speak to strangers," Camille said. "Selective mutism."
Ethen knelt beside her slowly. "Hi," he whispered.
She looked at him again. Tilted her head. Then pushed the puzzle piece toward him.
He smiled.
Amara watched his entire world shift in a single second.
"Her name?" he asked.
"Celeste," Camille whispered. "Caleb's middle name was Celian. I wanted her to carry something of him."
Ethen nodded.
"She's ours, you know," he said. "Not just yours. Or Caleb's. Ours."
Camille didn't fight it.
She just cried.
---
Back in the car, Amara was silent.
"You okay?" he asked.
She turned to him.
"No. But I'm proud of you."
He blinked.
"For what?"
"For choosing something real. For not running."
Ethen reached for her hand. "You're still my choice, Amara."
"And I'm still yours," she said. "But you have to make space for your niece now. And that means letting go of your old life."
He looked out the window.
At the ocean.
At the future.
"Then let's burn it."
---
Later, they returned to the city.
Straight to Meredith.
"You lied," Ethen said.
"I protected you," she replied.
"No," Amara said. "You controlled him."
Meredith stood.
Then sat again.
"I was afraid. If people knew the truth, they'd see the cracks in the Blakes. They'd know we were just like everyone else."
"We are just like everyone else," Ethen said. "And I'm done pretending."
He placed the deed to the Blake estate on the table.
"I'm selling it. Every property. Every share."
Meredith's eyes widened.
"I'm rebuilding the foundation under a new name. Mine. Ours. Without secrets."
Amara stepped beside him.
"And without shame."
---
The press exploded again.
But this time, Amara didn't flinch.
And when asked how it felt to ruin the Blake name, she smiled and said:
"I didn't ruin it. I rebirthed it."