Matilda watched from the back, a sense of calm washing over her as Vincent stood alone, exposed, in front of everyone. She had imagined confronting him many times, but nothing could have been more perfect than seeing him exposed without her having to say another word.
As Vincent’s frantic gaze darted around the room, searching for any hint of support, Matilda’s lips curved into a small smile. She realized that she didn’t need to witness his pleading or hear his excuses—his disgrace was enough.