Chapter 94

• That night, Joshua’s study in the apartment had transformed into a small war room. His laptop screen glowed, displaying draft statements Dylan and the legal team had prepared. Ivy sat across from him, tension etched across her face. Her fingers twisted together, as if she could squeeze strength out of her own hands in the middle of this spiraling chaos.
• “This all feels insane,” she murmured, her eyes fixed on the screen as though the words might leap out and bite her. “I never imagined my life would end up on headlines—especially not about my wedding.”
• Joshua, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, studied her with quiet tenderness. “I know, Ivy. But we can’t let the media dictate the story. If we stay silent, they’ll invent their own version. Better that we speak for ourselves.”