Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 52

**When Dawn Breaks Slowly Hope Finds Space To Grow by Jin Rowan**

**Chapter 52: The Right Thing To Do**

**AMY**

The moment had come to a close.

Clara attempted to rise, but her legs faltered beneath her, and one of the staff members rushed to assist her. “You think this makes you a hero?” she uttered, her voice barely a whisper, laced with bitterness. “Everyone will still know who you are beneath all that polish.”

“Perhaps,” I replied, my voice steady despite the weight of the moment. “But tonight, everyone also sees you for who you truly are.”

As the crowd began to disperse, a palpable shift in the atmosphere was evident. Whispers floated through the air, but this time, the sentiment had changed. Eyes that had once been filled with admiration for Clara now flickered with skepticism, while respect was directed toward me—an unexpected twist in our narrative.

Mrs. Carter stepped forward, her demeanor resolute yet devoid of anger. “That’s enough for tonight,” she declared, her voice cutting through the murmur of the crowd. “Clara, you need to seek medical attention. Amy, we will discuss this tomorrow.”

“Of course,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of relief and apprehension.

Elias remained silent as he guided Clara toward the exit, his expression unreadable. I watched them depart, Clara’s gown trailing behind her like a shadow, her hand clutching her arm with exaggerated drama. But one thought gnawed at me—when had Clara and Elias grown so close?

Once the door swung shut behind them, the tension in the hall dissipated like mist under the sun. The music resumed softly, and guests returned to their tables, pretending the earlier disruption had never occurred.

Cole approached my side, his voice low as if he feared drawing attention. “You handled that better than I anticipated,” he remarked, a hint of admiration in his tone.

“I’m done with silence,” I responded, my resolve strengthening. “They tried to paint me as the villain. I chose to let the truth speak for itself.”

He nodded slightly, his expression contemplative. “The footage has cleared everything up. You’ve regained control of the room.”

“I wasn’t trying to impress anyone,” I clarified, my gaze drifting toward the doorway. “I simply wanted to ensure that people understand I won’t be trampled on any longer.”

Cole’s eyes shifted toward the exit. “You do realize she won’t let this go.”

“I’m aware,” I said, a sense of determination coursing through me. “But now, she’s exposed. Every action she takes from here on out will only validate what she truly is.”

He regarded me for a moment, a mixture of respect and caution in his gaze. “Then I suppose you’ve just declared war.”

“Not war,” I countered, observing the guests settling back into their conversations, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of music. “Just a restoration of balance.”

Mrs. Carter approached me briefly, her voice low and measured. “That was well-handled,” she said. “Though next time, it would be wise to address these matters before they become public spectacles.”

“I’ll do that,” I promised, though I sensed her dissatisfaction lingering in the air.

With that, she nodded and walked away, leaving me to ponder her words. It seemed she was never truly satisfied.

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