The SUV pulled away, leaving the Greenwich mansion—and the wreckage of Alexander’s double life—behind in the dust. I didn’t look back. I had spent eight years being a wife who supported a shadow; I was ready to spend the rest of my life being the CEO of my own destiny.
By the time we hit the highway, a new bank notification popped up on my screen.
“Transaction reversal initiated. $10,000,000 returned to account ending in 8802. Account status: Secured.”
I smiled, deleted the message, and went back to work. The maid—and the master—were no longer my concern. I had liquidated the liability, and for the first time in years, my books were perfectly balanced.
