Chapter 353

The crowd that had gathered to watch was slowly dispersing—Ethan Carter had stormed off, Cassandra Taylor stood firm and composed, and Moses Yane clearly doted on her. It didn’t take long for people to realize Mara Hawthorne was just being dramatic for no reason. So, those who'd felt sorry for her now shifted gears—rolling their eyes, sneering, and muttering under their breath. Mara could feel everyone turning on her—it stung. Cassandra’s steady calm only made her blood boil. She clenched her jaw so hard it seemed like her teeth might crack under the pressure. “I’ve said it already—without proof, I wouldn’t just go around calling her a homewrecker,” Mara shot back as she straightened her posture, trying to look unfazed. “Mr. Yane, you wanted evidence, right? To see if you’ve been played? Fine. Let me show you.” She whipped out her phone from her bag and opened her photo album. Everyone held their breath, all thinking—was she really about to flip the narrative? A few seconds passed. Mos