The contract with Vivienne was confidential, and releasing it would require both parties to agree—something Vivienne would never allow. So there was no way the full contract could ever be made public.
But with the confidentiality agreement between Emilia and Donovan Entertainment, both sides had already granted permission for it to be released. There were no obstacles.
Donovan Entertainment’s official account immediately shared the announcement, adding even more details from the agreement, including parts of Emilia’s management contract.
Because Emilia had been abroad and in the middle of selling a song when the contract was signed, they’d handled everything digitally first and completed the paperwork later. To clear up any doubts, Donovan Entertainment even posted the official online contract’s notarized timestamp.
The digital signing had been done through a highly reputable platform; the timeline was beyond reproach.
In other words, there was no way this contract was forged after the fact.
This was ironclad evidence.
Suddenly, Emilia’s claim to being Emy was almost impossible to dispute.
On the big screen, Emilia set her phone down and spoke softly, “I’ve just provided proof that I’m Emy. Vivienne, what evidence do you have?”
All eyes turned to Vivienne.
Vivienne looked utterly defeated, her face ashen.
She’d imagined plenty of scenarios, convinced that someone like Emy—a minor player—would be easy enough to handle. Even if Emy had some standing, Vivienne had always thought she could twist things in her favor.
But she had never expected Emy to be Emilia.
It could have been anyone else. But Emilia, of all people?
Just as Emilia had said: anyone could become a friend, but not Vivienne and Emilia. Never.
No one befriends the woman who destroyed their marriage.
The crowd began to buzz, voices rising in agitation.
“Vivienne, what do you have to say for yourself?”
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