Lately, Amy and Sebastian had grown remarkably close.

As their friendship deepened, Amy was astonished to discover just how many interests they shared.

Sebastian, too, adored concerts. He had even minored in violin at Solmaris Conservatory before his responsibilities at Kingsley Holdings forced him to set aside his passion.

Though not a virtuoso, his musical insights were profound—offering Amy fresh perspectives she found unexpectedly enlightening.

Back when he'd playfully called her Celeste in front of Alexander to help her, it had been a ruse. Now, the nickname felt natural, slipping effortlessly into their conversations.

Amy smirked. "Victoria thinks she's orchestrated everything flawlessly, but her plan is riddled with holes. Today, the world will finally see her for who she really is."

Since Victoria's return, Amy had endured endless humiliation because of her. She despised Victoria, but she'd never intended to destroy her.

After all, if a man strayed, the fault usually lay with him. Blaming the other woman was unfair. If she couldn't hold a man's heart, that was her own failing. If it wasn't Victoria, it would have been someone else.

Before, Victoria had only played petty games. But recently, she'd crossed a line—pushing Amy too far. If Alexander and Victoria wanted to fight dirty, they could burn together for all she cared.

Sebastian arched a brow. "But if you release this footage, your future with the Blackwoods won't be smooth."

True. The Blackwood family wasn't just Alexander—it included Margaret and Charlotte.

"It doesn't matter," Amy replied, her voice steady. "Alexander and I have no future."

Her name had been dragged through the mud for days, and not a single Blackwood had lifted a finger to defend her. Why should she care about their precious reputation?

From now on, she wouldn't sacrifice even a shred of herself for people who didn't deserve it.

Sebastian's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, and he said nothing more.

As the press conference neared, Amy gave Sebastian a nod and stepped toward the stage. She hadn't released the video earlier because she feared Alexander would suppress it. That wasn’t the outcome she wanted.

With this being broadcast live, not even Alexander could stop it.

Half an hour before the press conference, Alexander leaned back in his office chair, watching the live feed on his screen.

A knock sounded at the door.

Gregory entered, his expression uneasy. "Mr. Blackwood, I have urgent information you need to see."

Alexander glanced up. "What is it?"

Gregory hesitated, his forehead glistening with sweat. "Ms. Sinclair's press conference isn't an apology. She's planning to play a video."

"What kind of video?" Alexander demanded.

"It's... related to the car accident," Gregory stammered. "You should see it for yourself."

He handed Alexander a tablet.

Alexander took it, finding a video barely a minute long. He pressed play—and within seconds, shock rippled across his face.

The footage ended.

Silence.