I stood frozen, my heart hammering against my ribs as Nathaniel held up his phone. The video playing on the screen was unmistakably clear—Imogen directing two maids exactly how to stage those damning photos of me.
"As you can clearly see," Nathaniel's voice cut through the stunned silence, "Ms. Imogen Johnson personally orchestrated this attempt to humiliate my wife."
The room collectively gasped. Imogen's face drained of color as her perfectly constructed world began crumbling around her. Her eyes darted wildly around the room, finally landing on Liam.
"Liam," she whimpered, reaching for him. "Tell them it's not true. Tell them—"
The sound of his palm connecting with her cheek echoed through the ballroom. I flinched as Imogen stumbled backward, her hand flying to her reddened face.
"You stupid bitch," Liam hissed, his handsome features contorted with rage. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
