A second later, she began her performance, gasping and pointing at me.

The video was undeniable.

Two guests sitting near the elevators turned to look at the screen, then looked back at Claire.

They began to whisper to each other, their faces filled with disgust.

Claire looked as if she might faint.

“This is… this is a misunderstanding,” Claire stammered.

“I must have forgotten I put it there.”

“You accused my wife of stealing it, Claire,” Daniel said, his voice laced with sudden anger.

“You tried to have her arrested.”

Daniel turned to look at me, his eyes wide with a mix of shame and fear.

He still thought I was just his quiet, compliant wife.

He had no idea that I owned the very ground he was standing on.

Vivian stepped between her daughter and the reception desk, trying to block the view of the screen.

“Turn that off,” Vivian demanded, her voice shaking with rage.

“Now.”

Mr. Han nodded to the receptionist, and the screen reverted to the peaceful tropical fish.

But the damage was already done.