They were wrong.
A legacy is not protected by hiding corruption, a home is not saved by rewarding a traitor, and forgiveness — real forgiveness, whenever it comes — should never be confused with returning to the place where people learned how to break you.
That evening I walked out of headquarters into the cool night air with no husband, no bodyguards, and no fear left in me.
The storm clouds had cleared off the mountains, leaving a wide, open sky.
For the first time in five years, I did not feel like a woman who had lost her life.
I felt like a woman who had finally gotten hers back.
And that was worth more than any title, any marriage, or any fortune I could ever have lost along the way.
THE END.