I wore no wedding ring. I carried no bitterness, and no fear of being alone.

While I waited for my flight, a message came in from Sebastian’s attorney, asking whether I might someday support an early-release request.

I deleted it. Then I boarded a plane to London — not following my husband this time, not trying to save a marriage, but flying out to negotiate the largest international contract in Ashford Aviation’s history.

As we rose above the clouds, I looked down at the city where Sebastian had believed he’d destroyed me.

He’d been wrong about a great many things. He was most wrong when he called me good at losing quietly.

I was never good at losing.

I had simply learned to wait until the truth had nowhere left to hide.

THE END.