While he was building his lies, I had been quietly documenting everything.
Every transaction. Every transfer. Every secret.
He thought I was weak.
He didn’t realize I was preparing.
By the time we landed, everything he built was collapsing.
His office was under investigation.
Accounts frozen.
Assets seized.
And the final blow—
The trust fund he thought was untouched?
Transferred.
Authorized by me.
He had lost everything.
In London, the air felt different.
Clean.
Light.
We arrived at a small, beautiful house waiting for us.
“Is this ours?” Lily asked.
“Yes,” I said, smiling.
Inside, there was peace.
No lies.
