The grand meeting hall of the Caldwell Family estate was filled with tension so thick it was suffocating.The Caldwell Family was one of the three major families in Newton City, with power, wealth, and influence that stretched across generations and their estate reflected that status. But tonight, the beauty of the hall was overshadowed by the ugly scene unfolding within it.Dozens of family members sat in ornate chairs arranged in a semicircle, their faces ranging from curious to contemptuous to coldly furious. At the center of their attention stood Elena Caldwell, still wearing her torn wedding dress from earlier that evening.She looked small and vulnerable under the harsh lights, her hair disheveled, her makeup smudged from crying. But she stood with her back straight, her chin raised, refusing to cower.At the head of the room sat Margaret Caldwell – Elena's aunt, a woman in her late fifties with sharp features and an even sharper tongue. She was the matriarch of the family's mo