The wind on the rooftop, which minutes before had caressed Victoria’s diamonds, turned icy, laden with the weight of an inescapable sentence. The silence at the party was absolute; the music had vanished, replaced by the frantic beating of the guests’ hearts, who watched the scene as if it were a Greek tragedy unfolding in real time. Victoria, the woman who proclaimed herself the undisputed queen of high society, remained motionless, her champagne glass halfway to her lips, a gesture of elegance that now seemed ridiculous, almost pathetic.
Sophia, the young mother who moments before had been on her knees protecting her child, rose with a grace that exuded a natural, ancient, and powerful authority. Her eyes, which until a moment ago had dripped with pain, were now two granite shards analyzing Victoria’s soul with surgical precision. Sophia didn’t need to raise her voice; her calm was far more terrifying than any cry of contempt Victoria could utter.
« Victoria, you spent years trying to climb the ladder at my company, licking boots and selling your integrity for a seat at my table, » Sophia said, her phone still glowing with the blue light of an unprecedented banking transaction. « You humiliated me, but most of all, you humiliated the only person who has the right to inherit what you coveted: my son. »
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