The morning after Rebecca’s death, the city woke to chaos.

Every news channel replayed the same footage Harold Tyler standing outside his mansion, his face pale with grief and rage. Cameras flashed as he spoke, his voice trembling but sharp.

“My daughter is dead because of them,” he declared, his hand shaking as he pointed toward the cameras. “Because of the Denovan family and Elias Carter…the man who broke her heart and humiliated her before the entire world.”

The reporters pressed closer, microphones raised, eager for more.

“They ruined her,” Harold continued, his wife sobbing silently behind him. “If justice won’t punish them, I will. This isn’t over.”

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