The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 105

Aria’s POV

The ballroom descended into unprecedented chaos. Socal elites who moments ago were sipping champagne and exchanging pleasantries now stood frozen, smartphones in hand, as images of Ethan and Scarlett’s secret affair displayed across the grand screen and on their personal devices.

I stood at the center of the storm, my expression composed despite the hurricane raging around me. The photos and chat records revealed numerous secret meetings between Ethan and Scarlett at my mother’s Hamptons beach house–evidence so damning there was no possible defense.

Ethan rushed toward the technical booth, his face pale as parchment, desperately trying to shut down the projection system. “Turn it off!” he shouted, his polished facade crumbling. “This is sabotage!*

Guests raised their phones, capturing the moment. I caught fragments of whispered conversations:

“This is the biggest social disaster of the season…”

“Both Harper and Blake families caught in one scandal.”

Ethan hurried back to my side, his expression frantic. “Aria, darling, I can explain,” he pleaded, grabbing my

elbow.

I gave him a contemptuous smile. “Explain what, exactly? How you were sleeping with my stepsister before

our engagement? Or how you used my mother’s beach house for your rendezvous?”

“We need to discuss this privately,” he hissed, eyes darting around the room. “For the sake of both

companies-”

“I’ve been silent too long,” I replied, my voice steady. “Your lies deserve to rot in the sunlight.”

Scarlett pushed through the crowd, tears streaming down her carefully made–up face. “Aria, sister, you

misunderstood! I was just helping him plan a wedding surprise…”

I picked up my champagne glass and calmly poured the golden liquid over her pristine white dress.

“Surprise ready. Hope you like it.”

The expensive fabric clung to her body, becoming nearly transparent. Scarlett shrieked and backed away,

her social media influencer image disintegrating in real time.

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I surveyed the room, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “This wedding is officially over. Thank you all for witnessing the hypocrisy of New York high society.”

I slowly removed the diamond ring from my finger and tossed it at Ethan’s face. “Give this to someone who actually wants it.”

Marianne rushed forward, her voice low and pleading. “Aria, please don’t do this…”

“You were my mother’s best friend, Aunt Marianne,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “You knew about them, yet you chose silence.”

The flash of guilt in her eyes confirmed my suspicion.

“After my mother died, you promised to look after me. Is this how you do it?”

I noticed Devon standing at the edge of the crowd, his gray eyes reflecting an emotion I couldn’t quite interpret. Something about his presence gave me strength.

“The wedding can continue,” I announced. “Just change the bride. After all, the Blake family needs to save face, doesn’t it?”

As I walked toward the exit, the ballroom erupted again with William’s angry shouts and Victoria’s fake sobs: “My poor daughter, she’s been framed!”

Outside, camera flashes exploded like lightning as New York Post reporters and Page Six journalists swarmed the main entrance.

Devon’s black Bentley waited discreetly at the side entrance. He leaned against it, his tall figure striking in the darkness.

“Get in,” he said when he saw me, “unless you want to be tomorrow’s headline on every electronic billboard in Times Square.”

I caught sight of Ethan pushing through reporters, racing toward us. I quickly slid into Devon’s car.

Ethan reached the vehicle, pounding on the window. “Aria! You’ve ruined everything! We need to talk!”

“Drive,” Devon commanded his chauffeur, and we left Ethan standing there, kicking a nearby trash can in frustration.

Inside the car, the perfect mask I’d maintained finally cracked. Tears silently slipped down my cheeks as

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months of pent–up anger and hurt found release.

Devon wordlessly offered a silk handkerchief. After a moment, he spoke softly. “You performed even better

than I anticipated.”

His fingers unconsciously tapped against the seat, his dark circles particularly pronounced under the city’s

neon lights, betraying his sleepless nights.

“Where to?” Devon asked.

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