Terrence was the center of attention, surrounded by people offering their congratulations.
As Darwin's widow, I naturally carried the unspoken stigma of bad luck.
"What's he doing here?" Someone murmured as a ripple of commotion stirred near the entrance.
"This is going to be good—today is Herrera Corporation's succession ceremony, and yet Matheo decided to show up."
"I heard that ever since Matheo inherited the Weber family business, he's been at odds with the Herrera family. Is that true?"
"Of course, it's true. The Weber family's empire spans generations—they're powerful."
Matheo's gaze swept the room, landing on me in the corner. A faint smile touched his lips as he walked over.
"Miss Molina," he greeted, extending his hand.
I placed mine in his without hesitation, and he lowered his head to press a kiss to the back of it.
Just as I expected, the scene drew every eye in the room.
"Isn't Nadine the widow of the Herrera family's young master? How did she end up with Matheo?"
"These wealthy families are a mess."
"With the spotlight stolen, I bet Terrence isn't taking this well."
Overhearing the whispers, I glanced toward the dance floor where Terrence was speaking with guests, his gaze locked firmly on me.
Beside him, Sydney stared at me as well, her eyes full of venom.
Her jaw tightened as if making a decision. She strode to the microphone.
"Everyone, may I have your attention? The succession ceremony for Herrera Corporation's chairman is about to begin."
The spotlight fell on her, her lips curling ever so slightly.
"But before that... I'd like you all to enjoy a short video."
As the video played, my face turned deathly pale, my heartbeat pounding violently in my chest.
On stage, Sydney looked at me with smug satisfaction, her eyes practically saying, I've won.
The footage was from last night—inside the master bedroom.
A man lay bare-chested on top of me, his back to the camera, but my face was crystal clear.
In that dimly lit room, a widow whose husband had just died, tangled up with an unknown man in bed—what else could they think I was doing?
It screamed one thing: adultery.
The murmurs erupted instantly, boiling over like a pot left unattended.
"Whoa... Is this video real? Isn't she the daughter of the Molina family, the widow of Herrera heir?"
"Told you—these wealthy families are a mess."
"Who's the guy?"