Chapter 48
Carter walked in, his posture tall, his presence cool and aloof.
Every movement he made, no matter how small, carried a natural grace, as if elegance had been etched into his bones. A quiet but overwhelming aura radiated from him-one that made it hard to breathe.
At the sight of him, Sharon instinctively clenched her fists, a cold light flickering in her eyes.
The reporters, however, reacted like bees drawn to a bloom, rushing toward Carter.
“Mr. Biggs, are you here today to do the right thing-to bring the murderer to justice?”
“Mr. Biggs, you’ve remained silent about your wife’s car crash involving Kelly Walt, even as public outrage has exploded online. Does your silence mean you believe she’s guilty?”
“Mr. Biggs, are you planning to divorce Sharon?”
They swarmed around him, cameras flashing in a frenzy.
Carter’s face remained unreadable. The same detached, cold expression he always wore. He looked at no one in particular and simply said, “Step aside.”
There was nothing emotional in his voice, and his eyes were still and distant, yet the force behind them felt tangible. The weight of it pressed down on everyone present. No one dared take another step forward.
He moved through the crowd and turned to Simon beside him. “Clear the area. Cancel the press conference.”
A wave of shocked whispers swept through the room at his words.
But Carter didn’t spare them a glance. With long, steady strides, he walked straight toward Sharon on the stage.
A faint, mocking laugh slipped from her lips.
Even amidst the crowd’s noise, her voice cut through with unsettling clarity.
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“Mr. Biggs, are you canceling the press conference because you’re afraid I’ll expose the truth about Kelly? Afraid her secret will come to light?”
The reporters, sensing the shift, turned their attention back to Sharon, filming and recording like mad.
“What truth is she talking about?”
“Could this be a reversal?”
“She wouldn’t call a press conference without something to show for it.”
Carter reached the stage. His dark eyes, as deep and unreadable as a still lake at midnight, fixed on her.
He reached out, taking her wrist. “Let’s talk back home.”
Sharon took a step back and yanked her arm free, her voice sharp. “Talk back home? You want me to go back with you and keep pretending? Keep taking the fall for Kelly? Let the world keep calling me the villain?”
His eyes darkened. “I’ll handle this. But right now, we’re leaving.” (1
Sharon let out a bitter laugh. “That doesn’t sound like you at all, Carter.”
He knew that once the truth came out, Kelly would be done for. That’s why he suddenly wanted to “handle” it.
But where was he when the entire internet tore her apart? Most likely in the hospital, comforting Kelly in a soft voice, promising
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to make everything right and punishing the ‘murderer’ who had hurt her.
Carter seemed to lose his patience. His voice turned cold. “Sharon, how long are you planning to keep this up?”
“Keep this up?” She looked at him, her tone colder than ice. “So in your eyes, anything short of me covering for Kelly makes me
unreasonable?”
He didn’t respond immediately. A silence hung between them. It was the kind of pause that admitted guilt.
“I’ll give you an explanation,” he finally said. “I’ll clear your name. But Sharon, do you really want the whole world watching us unravel like this?”
She studied him, her eyes narrowing, her mind weighing his words.
After a beat, she said, “Fine. We’ll talk.” 1
Only then did the tension in Carter’s face ease slightly.
Sharon turned, stepping off the stage and walking toward the back.
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