“Better to believe it than not; just look at that face. What more proof do you need?”

The woman’s fists clenched at her sides, her glare locked on Megan like a loaded weapon. Her anger wasn’t aimless. Her own husband had been lured away by someone with a seductive smile and sweet voice. Everything she’d built was gone.

That wound still bled beneath her skin, and now, all that fury found a new target.

Aurora let out a cold laugh and lifted a hand, beckoning toward the corner. “Come here,” she said, eyes fixed on Julian.

He didn’t know what she was planning and hesitated, his expression puzzled.

When others noticed her gesture, the crowd buzzed again.

“No way, she’s doing this in front of everyone?”

“Is she seriously calling another man over while her husband’s right there? Shameless.”

People jumped to conclusions as easily as flipping a page. But Aurora didn’t react.

Her face remained composed, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Julian walk over. At first, he was reluctant, but the moment he saw her lift her phone ever so slightly—pointing right at it—he understood.

She was gesturing to the recording, the one he thought she might’ve deleted. He had no choice but to comply.

Tessa’s expression twisted with frustration. Whose side was he on, anyway? How could he be so obedient to Aurora in front of everyone—at a banquet, no less? It was humiliating.

Her eyes stayed locked on him, watching his every move like a hawk. Even Lucas raised a brow, unsure what Aurora was getting at.

But in the very next moment, everyone had their answer.

Aurora turned to the crowd with a smile. “Everyone, this is the so-called future ‘brother-in-law’ you were talking about.”

She then glanced to her other side. “And over here is my husband.”

With one man standing on each side of her, the contrast was immediate and striking. It wasn’t hard to tell who truly matched her and stood beside her as an equal. And with that one comparison, the question of whether she’d cheat seemed laughable.

Even the woman in the red dress began to waver. Maybe the information she’d received hadn’t been as solid as she thought. But it was too late to back down now. Admitting she was wrong would be a slap in the face.

So, she straightened her shoulders and snapped, “And? What exactly are you trying to say?” She was losing patience. “If you’ve got a point, then spit it out. Don’t waste everyone’s time.”

Aurora didn’t flinch. She simply smiled, then gently looped her arm through Lucas’. “My husband and I are doing just fine,” she said calmly. “We make a good match.”

Lucas’ eyes lit up—her words landing like fireworks in his chest. She called him her husband. The word echoed in his mind, warm and lingering.

Aurora turned back to the woman, her voice light but firm. “I don’t know who sent you to stir all this up.”

“I wasn’t…”

Aurora held up a hand, her tone still polite. “Let me finish. I’m just trying to have a civil conversation. Let’s be real; look at my husband. He’s gorgeous. Do you really think I need to chase after anyone else?”

The woman’s face stiffened, her pride taking a hit.

“Oh, please. How do we know you’re not just the type who likes other people’s men?”

Aurora’s calm demeanor only made it worse. She stood there, composed, unbothered—exactly the kind of woman who didn’t need to fight to win.

And that was what the woman couldn’t stand most.