Julian pushed Victoria back with a firm flick of his wrist.
Victoria lost her balance completely on the slick marble floor.
She fell onto her knees right in front of the wealthy crowd.
Her expensive dress was wrinkled and stained by spilled wine.
Whispers spread through the room like wildfire among the guests.
Everyone knew Sarah was supposed to be dead three years ago.
Victoria had claimed Sarah perished in a terrible car accident down south.
She had used that lie to get close to Julian and take over the estate.
Julian stepped around the fallen woman and walked straight to Sarah.
His hands were trembling as he looked down at his true wife.
He saw the identical birthmark on her neck that proved her identity.
Sarah looked up at him with tears streaming down her face.
Sarah: She set me up, Julian. She paid them to take me away.
Julian knelt beside her and pulled both Sarah and Leo into a hug.
He had lived in deep grief for years, believing he lost everything.
Victoria scrambled back up, her voice screeching across the hall.
Socialite: She is an impostor! She is trying to steal your money!
Leo stepped out from his mother's protective embrace with determination.
He reached deep inside his small suit jacket pocket.
He pulled out a folded set of official papers covered in legal stamps.