“I heard everything,” I replied calmly, my voice steady with a clarity unfamiliar to him. “I heard your promise, your timeline, and Elise’s pregnancy.”
Helena’s voice followed, cool, authoritative.
“Digital evidence remains preserved under legal protocol,” she stated evenly.
Silence settled heavily across the table, not dramatic, not chaotic, but final.
Alexander believed patience was weakness. He never understood patience can become power. And this time, without anger, without spectacle, without hesitation. I controlled the calendar.
