But if I were truly as merciless as you claim, then the moment she stole my work years ago, I wouldn’t have shown leniency because she was a poor student. I would have dragged her through court until she was ruined—stripped of everything, disgraced beyond repair.
And now? She kneels here, putting on this pitiful act. What does she want? To stir guilt in me?”
My lips curved in derision as my gaze swept over her tearful eyes.
“Chloe, you play your part well. But unfortunately for you, I was never your audience.”
The room fell silent, so quiet a pin drop could be heard.
Ethan stood frozen, still shielding Chloe, but stiff as stone. Her sobbing stopped abruptly, leaving only the stubborn streaks of tears glistening on her cheeks beneath the harsh lights.
The news spread faster than I could have imagined.
In just three days, the entire U.S. architectural community was buzzing with headlines about Chloe Davis’s return.
It all began with an official statement posted on the Miller Group’s account: