With growing tension.
“If this is real…” he murmured,
“this isn’t just a divorce.”
He looked up.
Eyes now grave.
“This could destroy everything you believe you control.”
For the first time—
Edward felt fear.
Helena stepped forward.
“I’m not finished.”
She reached into her bag again.
Pulled out something small.
A device.
Placed it on the table.
“This…” she said,
“…is just the beginning.”
The judge stared at it.
“What does it contain?”
Helena met his eyes.
“The truth.”
The courtroom froze.
Because no one—
no one—knew what would happen next.
Minutes later, the device was connected.
A video played on the courtroom screen.
Grainy. Quiet.
But clear enough.
Edward’s office.
Recent footage.
Very recent.
His face drained of color.
“That proves nothing—”
But his voice had already weakened.
On screen, he spoke on the phone:
“I don’t care how. Move the assets. Use offshore accounts. She’s not getting anything. Not the company… not the kids.”
A louder murmur spread.
Camila went rigid.
Helena didn’t move.
The video continued.
“And the documents?” a voice asked.
Edward laughed.
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