Queenie seemed to spiral into a kind of frenzied denial, shaking her head desperately as if she could somehow erase the truth that threatened to shatter her every illusion.
“No! That’s impossible! Julian, you must have been fooled by her!” Her voice was shrill, raw with the twisted jealousy that colored her every word. “How could Gwyneth possibly be Nimbus? What talent does she have? She must have set you up, played you for a fool! She’s just jealous—jealous that you love me now! She did all this just to make you regret it, to try and win you back! Don’t fall for her tricks!”
Julian stared at her, watching as she clung to her delusions, her hysteria growing with every word. He found it almost laughable—no, worse, exhausting. He no longer had the energy or will to argue with her.
He was about to speak, to crush her fantasies with the cold, undeniable truth—
But just then, the television in the living room interrupted with a breaking news alert. The anchor’s voice was sharp and urgent, instantly drawing both their attention.
“We have a major update! According to reports from a top paparazzi team, tonight after the gala, they managed to capture a key moment in the parking garage of the Arts Center!”
On the screen appeared a series of photos—slightly blurred, but unmistakably clear for anyone who knew what to look for.
It was Gwyneth, dressed in that unmistakable icy blue gown, feathered mask still in hand, surrounded by staff as she climbed into a car. In one shot, the camera had caught her profile at the exact moment she removed her mask, her face perfectly visible.
“Seeing is believing! The woman in the Nimbus gown has been positively identified by multiple sources: she is none other than Gwyneth Fletcher, CEO of the Fletcher Group!”
The anchor’s excitement was palpable, her words tumbling out in barely contained glee.
“The timeline matches perfectly! This means the mysterious, elusive genius designer ‘Nimbus’—has been Gwyneth all along! This is, without a doubt, the year’s most explosive story!”
The broadcast cut to rapid-fire images: Gwyneth attending past events as the poised CEO, now side-by-side with photos from tonight’s gala as Nimbus. Screenshots of social media were flooding in, the internet already in an uproar.
Especially striking were the shots from the charity auction earlier that evening—Gwyneth, cool and elegant as she faced off with Julian and Queenie, now contrasted with her dazzling reveal as Nimbus. The impact was nothing short of nuclear.
The livestream chat was a blur of excitement:
OMG! The stunning CEO who put her ex in his place at the auction was actually Nimbus herself?!
This is the juiciest drama I’ve seen all year!
No wonder! I fell for both women—turns out they’re the same person!
So tonight, her ex really did drop a fortune just to have dinner with his former flame?!
This is the ultimate comeback story! She made her cheating ex grovel before her, not even knowing it was her!

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