Her hands began to shake, not with weakness, but with fury barely contained. Slowly, deliberately, she looked up, her gaze moving from the twins to Lewis, then to Maxon, and finally to Victoria, her eyes sharp, wounded, and burning with betrayal that cut through the ballroom like a blade.
“You…” she whispered.
Then—
SLAP.
The sound echoed across the ballroom.
Lewis staggered back, stunned.
SLAP.
Maxon’s head snapped to the side.
“You traitors,” Madeline hissed, fury blazing through her veins. “You switched identities. You lied to everyone. You destroyed that girl.”
She turned to Lewis, her eyes burning. “You hurt Nadine. You cheated. You poisoned her body with lies—and now she’s divorced you!”
Lewis’s mouth fell open. “Divorced?”
Madeline laughed bitterly. “From this moment on, both of you are no longer my grandsons.”
The room erupted in gasps.
Maxon blinked, stunned. “What… what do you mean she left?”
Madeline’s voice was ice. “Where else would she go? She left both of you.”
Before anyone could react, another butler rushed in, holding a tablet.
“Madam,” he said urgently. “This just broke.”
The screen displayed a headline in bold letters:
BUSINESS TYCOON ISAAC HOLT MARRIES IN SECRET CEREMONY
Beneath it—
A photo.
