The article cited “close family sources” claiming I had been struggling with severe delusion and paranoia for months.

It described my behavior at the ballroom as a tragic public episode.

“This is Samantha,” I said, my voice barely audible.

“She’s protecting herself,” Daniel said, stepping closer and showing me his tablet. “Look at the business wires. It’s already spreading.”

Another headline appeared on his screen, this one targeting Preston’s corporate interests.

*Hayes Enterprises Assures Investors After Family Emergency.*

The article quoted a spokesperson from Mercer Communications, Samantha’s public relations firm.

They claimed Preston was dedicated to supporting his wife through her medical crisis.

They painted him as the devoted, suffering husband.

“They’re turning everyone against me,” I said, the cold reality settling into my chest. “If I try to expose them now, the public will think I’m just a sick woman seeking revenge.”

Mia took the phone from my hand, her eyes scanning the text.

“This is a lie,” she said, her voice shaking with anger. “Dad knows this isn’t true. How could he let her do this?”

“Because your father has everything to lose, Mia,” I said quietly.