The social status he had spent a decade desperately protecting was gone, all of it, completely.

Bianca’s exit was as swift as her arrival had been.

The moment she understood that Roman’s accounts were frozen and his standing had evaporated, noop, blocked his number, and moved to another state to avoid being pulled into the tax audit, which told me everything I needed to know about what had ever been between them.

And Marion — Marion, unable to face her bridge club after the public transcripts circulated, sold her Riverton home and moved to a quiet retirement community in Arizona, thoroughly and permanently disgraced.

The family that had been so certain of its own superiority scattered to the winds within a year, each of them alone, undone not by my revenge but by the simple public arrival of what they had actually done.