Megan’s POV

“That’s enough.”

The voice was low. Calm. But it cracked the air like thunder.

Heads turned as Elijah Vale stepped through the crowd, cutting across the ballroom like he owned it. His black tailored suit stood out against the glittering party scene. No champagne. No pretense. Just purpose.

I couldn’t move.

He was taller than I remembered. Sharper. Still carrying that same unnerving stillness, like he was always ten moves ahead. And now—he was looking directly at me.

Mellan’s voice came too fast. Too loud. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Elijah didn’t even glance at her.

He walked straight up to the stage and turned to the crowd.

“My name is Elijah Vale. I’m an attorney, and as of tonight, I’m representing Megan Sage.”

A hushed wave moved through the room.

Jane was the first to speak. “Excuse me? This is a private gathering.”

“You made it public the second you displayed falsified messages accusing my client of adultery,” Elijah said evenly. “You committed public defamation, intentional emotional distress, and if I’m reading this right—” He pulled out a folded copy of the projected text screenshots. “—digital fraud.”

Mellan stiffened beside Jane.

Jaxon took a step forward. “Those messages came from her phone. We had them verified.”

Elijah turned toward him slowly. “Is that so? Then maybe you can explain the fact that the screenshots are missing EXIF data, have cropped timestamps, and my personal favorite, contain font inconsistencies that didn’t exist in the messaging app until a software update from six months ago.”

The room buzzed louder. People whispered. Someone pulled out a phone and snapped a picture.

Elijah’s voice dropped, like he was addressing a jury. “That update came after the dates shown in the messages. Which means one of two things, either time travel is real, or someone got sloppy forging evidence.”

Jane opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Elijah turned back to the crowd. “If anyone here has questions, I’ll be filing a motion for defamation and malicious intent first thing Monday. You’re all welcome to be named witnesses.”

You could feel the shift.

The smirks disappeared. The tension snapped. The glow of humiliation that had been building around me all night? Gone. Reversed.

Now they looked cornered.

I exhaled, slow and quiet. My hands had stopped shaking.

Mellan’s voice cracked as she finally snapped out of it. “You’re just doing this because of me. I mean, it’s my birthday.”

Elijah looked at her for the first time since entering the room. “You think this is about you?”

Her jaw twitched. “Don’t play that game. I know you still care.”

“I care about truth,” he said flatly. “Something you’ve always had a flexible relationship with.”

“God, Elijah—”

“You lied to me,” he said, not raising his voice, but sharpening it. “Over and over. You lied to your sister. You lied to him.” He gave Jaxon the briefest nod. “And now you’re lying to everyone here.”

Jaxon’s face darkened. “What are you implying?”

“I’m implying that this whole circus—” Elijah gestured at the screen, the mic, the uncomfortable audience, “—was never about the truth. It was about control. It was about making Megan look weak so you could justify walking away without taking a hit.”

Jane’s face turned rigid. “You have no idea what’s been going on.”

Elijah raised a brow. “Then I suggest you stop talking before I add perjury to the list.”

A few people gasped. Someone clapped, quickly silenced by a sharp look.

And suddenly, I wasn’t invisible anymore.

I wasn’t the shameful wife. The scapegoat. The background character in Mellan’s spotlight.

I was standing at the center of it all and I wasn’t alone.

Elijah turned back to me. “Megan.”

I stepped forward, chin up, steady. “Yes?”

He held out a manila folder. “This is the beginning of your defense. I’ll need your signature to file first thing Monday.”

I took it. My hand brushed his. I could feel Mellan’s glare on the side of my face like heat.

“Elijah,” Mellan said quietly. “You’re making a mistake.”

He didn’t even turn around. “No. I made a mistake three years ago. I stayed quiet.”

He leaned toward me slightly, his voice dropping so only I could hear.

“We’re going to destroy them, Megan. But you’ll have to trust me.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. And for the first time in years, I saw a way out that didn’t involve running or hiding.

I nodded once.

“Then let’s begin.”

Megan’s POV

The ballroom was clearing out, but the tension clung to the walls like smoke.

I stayed just long enough to see the Cross family scatter. Jane stormed off with two assistants in tow, already on her phone, probably spinning lies faster than I could breathe. Jaxon hadn’t said a word since Elijah walked in. He stood frozen near the bar, drink untouched, eyes empty.

But Mellan? Mellan didn’t leave.

She moved with purpose, weaving between the remaining guests, heels clicking sharply against the marble. I watched from a quiet corner as she followed Elijah out into the corridor near the exit.

She waited until no one else was close, then grabbed his arm. Her voice was hushed but urgent.

“Elijah.”

He stopped, turning slowly. His expression didn’t shift.

“I need to talk to you,” Mellan said, pushing her hair behind her shoulder. Her tone had changed. Gone was the confident woman who’d humiliated me on stage minutes ago. What stood in front of Elijah now was someone else.

Elijah didn’t speak. He simply waited.

“I didn’t know,” she started. “About Megan. That you were… representing her. I had no idea.”

His stare was cold. “That’s hard to believe.”

“I’m serious.” She moved closer. “I wouldn’t have…” Mellan sighed.

“If I'd known, I wouldn’t have let them do it like that. It wasn’t my idea.”

“But you didn’t stop it either,” he said.

A pause. Then, softly, “You know how Jane is.”

Elijah blinked once. “I know how you are.”

Mellan gave a weak laugh. “This isn’t you, Eli. You’re not vindictive. You’re not… like this.”

He tilted his head slightly. “What exactly am I ‘like,’ Mellan?”

“You’re thoughtful. Rational. You listen before you react. The Elijah I knew… he would’ve called me. He would’ve talked to me first.”

“I’m not the Elijah you knew,” he said, voice flat. “And you don’t get to pretend this is some misunderstanding. You helped them fabricate evidence to ruin your sister.”

“I didn’t—” Mellan stopped herself. “I didn’t fake the messages. That was Jane. I swear it.”

“You stood on stage while they did it.”

“I was protecting Jaxon.”

He exhaled once through his nose, shaking his head. “Of course you were.”

“We had something real,” she said suddenly. Her voice cracked. “Back then. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that.”

“I haven’t,” Elijah said. “I remember exactly what it was. Which is why I walked away.”

Mellan’s eyes darted, as if searching for a crack in him. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“You’re only doing this to hurt me.”

“I’m doing this to protect Megan,” Elijah said firmly. “Because someone should’ve done it a long time ago.”

A beat of silence.

Mellan’s voice softened. “You used to protect me.”

He looked at her for a long second. “Yeah. And look where that got me.”

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just walking back from the coat check when I heard her voice, then his. The hallway was narrow, and I froze at the corner, their words wrapping around me like smoke.

I only caught the end.

“Stop playing with me, Mellan. You saying you wanted me back? I doubt it.” Elijah said coldly.

And Mellan, quiet now, replied, “Then why do you sound like you’re still angry?”

He didn’t answer. He walked away.

Back in the car, the folder he gave me sat on my lap. I hadn’t opened it yet. I couldn’t stop hearing her voice. “We had something real.”

Did they?

I’d seen Mellan lie with ease. But I’d also seen the way Elijah looked at her once. Before.

Now, I didn’t know what was left between them. If anything.

But I knew what was left between her and me.

Nothing.

I drove away. As I was two blocks away from my apartment when I felt the car wobble.

Then the steering stiffened. The whole vehicle began to lurch.

“Shit—” I pulled over, blinking at the warning light flashing on the dash.

Front left tire was flat.

I got out, heels clicking onto the empty sidewalk. Streetlights flickered overhead, buzzing faintly.

The tire was completely shredded.

Not punctured.

Slashed.

That’s when I heard it.

Footsteps. Behind me.

I turned. One man. Then another. And a third, stepping out from the alley.

All walking slowly. Like they knew I had nowhere to run.

The first man grinned. “Looks like you could use some help.”

I didn’t move. My keys were in my hand. I slid one between my fingers.

The second man took a step closer. “C’mon now, don’t be shy. You look like you party.”

My pulse spiked. I stepped back. “Don’t come near me.”

They laughed.

The third one pulled something from his jacket. Not a weapon but his phone. He started recording. “Smile, sweetheart.”

My stomach twisted.

They moved faster.

I backed into the car, heart hammering.

I was shakily trying to yank the door open when both men grabbed my arms. I screamed for help and they just laughed like I was a prey yelling for rescue.

“Let me go!” I screamed.

The third man grinned and was about to unbutton my clothes when a horn screamed. Tires shrieked.

A car came out of nowhere, blinding headlights cutting through the dark.

Brakes slammed.

The men froze.

The driver’s door flung open.

But before I could see who it was—

“Get the hell away from her!” a familiar voice barked.