The church fell into chaos.
Reporters went wild. Billionaires who had come to laugh now looked pale, realizing their own names were tied to some of the dealings.
Julian’s face turned ghostly white. “Turn it off! Cut the feed!”
But it was too late. The livestream had already reached millions.
Rafe turned to me. His eyes, now fully revealed, were gentle.
“Clara,” he said softly, “I never meant for you to suffer. I was watching from the streets for weeks, trying to find a way to reach you safely. When I heard what Julian planned, I took the place of the beggar he had chosen. I’m sorry you had to endure this humiliation.”
