I turned to security.
“Escort them out.”
Their protests echoed as they were dragged away.
I watched without emotion.
Then I faced the crowd again, calm and composed.
“We’re going to rebuild,” I said. “The right way.”
Applause followed—hesitant at first, then strong.
Three months later, I stood in the CEO’s office, looking out over the city.
Richard was under investigation.
Victoria and Lily had lost everything.
The company was recovering.
Stronger.
Cleaner.
I touched my wedding ring gently.
“I did it,” I whispered.
