“I won’t hide anymore,” Rosemary’s voice cut through the silence, steady and sharp like a blade.

She stood before the mirror, her face pale, eyes swollen from nights without sleep. Yet her reflection was no longer that of a broken woman—it was steel forged through fire.

“Rose, are you sure?” Hana asked anxiously from behind her. “The media’s insane right now. They’ll tear you apart with their questions.”

Rosemary drew in a deep breath, forcing calm into her shaking chest. “That’s exactly why I have to speak. If I stay silent, their lies will become the truth.”

“But the photos… the video—everyone believes it,” Hana whispered.

“They believe because Casandra...