The studio audience for *The Luna Search* roared as the lights swept across the stage. Cynthia Sharpe stood center stage, basking in the applause, her smile tight with triumph. She had turned a tragedy into a ratings juggernaut, and tonight, she believed she would deliver the final blow to William Croft by destroying his new happiness on live television.
William and Sophie sat in the front row. Sophie was trembling, her eyes darting to the massive LED screen behind the stage, terrified that her face–and her betrayal–was about to appear in high definition.
“She’s going to do it, William,” Sophie whispered, clutching his hand until her knuckles were white. “She’s going to ruin us.”
William leaned in, his voice calm and anchored. “She thinks she is the director of this story,” he murmured, his eyes locked on Cynthia. “But she forgot that I own the network.”
He squeezed Sophie’s hand. “It’s time to rewrite the ending.”