Michael looked around, realizing the walls were closing in. The carefully constructed world he had built, one where he could have both a loving wife and a mistress, was imploding in public view.

Anna took a deep breath, drawing strength from her father’s presence. She stepped forward, eyes locked on Michael. “It’s over, Michael. I won’t live like this anymore. We won’t live like this anymore.”

Her words, clear and resolute, cut through the air, final and unyielding. The crowd watched, a collective sense of justice mingling with their curiosity. Here was a woman standing up against her abuser, bolstered by the support of her father.

Daniel placed a gentle hand on Anna’s shoulder, a silent promise that she wasn’t alone. The security team, alerted by the commotion, began to move in, ready to escort Michael out of the premises.