”
Her lips trembled.
I stepped close enough that only she could hear me.
“You mistook silence for weakness. That was your second mistake.”
“What was my first?” she whispered.
“Choosing a dead man who left me evidence.”
Six months later, Victor was indicted for fraud and conspiracy. Marjorie lost her board seat, her social circle, and the mansion she had mortgaged to fund the scheme. Serena pleaded guilty to attempted extortion and left court hiding her face from the cameras she once wanted so badly.
As for me, I kept Daniel’s company steady, turned his estate foundation into a cancer research fund, and returned to our home without fear.
On the first anniversary of his death, I visited Daniel’s grave at sunrise.
“I handled it,” I whispered.
The wind moved gently through the trees.
For the first time since the funeral, I did not feel haunted.
I felt free.
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