Tyler was in custody. Madison had turned on him instantly for a plea deal. The debt in my name had been cleared, thanks to Nathan’s legal team proving the fraud.
I looked down at my hand. The ring was gone. In its place, I rested my palm on my stomach.
A waiter set a cup of tea down. “On the house,” he smiled. “From the gentleman in the corner.”
I turned. Nathan was sitting at a back table, reviewing documents. He looked up and nodded once—a quiet acknowledgment.
I wasn’t just a victim anymore. I was a survivor. And for the first time in years, the future didn’t look like a dark hallway. It looked like a blank page.
If you were in my shoes—pregnant, betrayed, and suddenly holding the power to destroy the man who tried to ruin you—what would you do next? Would you forgive, or would you fight? Drop your thoughts in the comments, because I want to know what you’d choose.
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