The ballroom fell silent the moment Mary Maynard stormed in, her steps sharp and trembling with rage. Madam Sharon turned gracefully, ready to greet her—only to be met with a sudden, resounding SLAP. Mary’s gloved hand shook in the air as she shouted: “You shameless murderer! You killed my husband!” Gasps spread through the crowd. Sharon froze for a heartbeat before her usual elegant mask returned. A few nobles rushed to shield her. Mary lunged again, but a uniformed officer held her back. She struggled violently, tears burning in her eyes. “You all know she did it! And you do nothing!” From where you stood only a few meters away, you saw everything — the fury, the grief, the desperation. Mary’s gaze locked onto yours for an instant, silently begging someone, anyone, to believe her. And you knew this encounter was only the beginning.