She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 1015

The day of the Golden Globe Awards arrived.

The red carpet was lined with global A-listers and blinding camera flashes.

When it was her turn, Helena stepped out of the limousine, her hand resting elegantly on Morris's arm.

She was wearing the bespoke smoky-grey velvet suit dress, the moonlight-colored silk lining catching the flashes with every confident stride.

Her pearl earrings gave off a warm, radiant glow under the bombardment of lenses. Morris walked half a step beside her, slowing down occasionally to let the photographers capture her, his expression calm and supportive.

As they entered the main hall, a few sharp-eyed journalists recognized the billionaire and tried to frame them in the same shot.

Morris gave a polite nod of acknowledgment, but subtly slowed his pace, allowing Helena to step into the most intense spotlight entirely on her own. "I'll head to my seat."

Helena nodded. The rest of this path, she had to walk alone.

Her seat wasn't next to his; she was seated with the nominees in the center rows.

As the ceremony entered its second half, the nominees for Best Original Score flashed across the massive screens.

Helena sat perfectly straight, her heart hammering against her ribs.

"And the Golden Globe goes to—"

She braced herself. Just being nominated was an honor. She hadn't even dared to dream she would actually win.

But destiny had seen her endless nights of hard work and decided to reward her.

The presenter opened the envelope, raising an eyebrow in pleasant surprise.

"Helena, for *Forward* and *Dunes*! Congratulations!"

A deafening roar of applause swept through the luxurious ballroom.

Her eyes scanned the room and locked onto Morris, who was standing in the shadows near the back. Their eyes met, and a brilliant smile broke across her face.

Meanwhile, in Metropia.

Swain's parents had taken a train into the city specifically for a visit.

Ever since they found out their son had dumped Helena and quickly moved on with Molly, a massive weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

Molly was perfect on paper—an only child, a clean family background, and parents with respectable jobs. They weren't insanely wealthy, but they were secure.

Most importantly, she didn't have a bottomless pit of a toxic family dragging her down like Helena did.

This was the exact kind of daughter-in-law they wanted.

At the dinner table, Swain's mother kept piling food onto Molly's plate, grinning so hard her eyes were practically squeezed shut.