“That isn’t a husband, that’s a warden.”

“Fifty dollars for a woman who just had a C-section? Liquidate his entire asset class.”

“Look at the mother faking tears at the gate. Absolutely grotesque.”

“Audrey, do not look back for a single second.”

Public opinion permanently inverted against the Vance name within a matter of hours. Dominic—who had already lost his venture capital, his credit lines, his executive suite, and his institutional partners—had just lost the single asset he had left: his narrative.

The following morning, he appeared at the main gates of the Brooks estate. I watched his arrival from a crisp monitor inside my private lounge.