He kissed her forehead. “No. You won. I just got there in time to make sure you lived to see it.”

Justice can’t rewrite history or undo what was done. It can’t erase a scar or restore stolen peace. But it can keep monsters from sitting comfortably in their castles while their victims suffer in silence.

And Sabrina lived — with scars, with hard nights and better days, but proudly. She raised her son, told her story plainly, and forced a society that too often calls abuse a private family matter to look straight at it.

Because the real reckoning wasn’t tearing down the Rosales empire. It was Sabrina, walking free in the sunlight with Caleb in her arms, while the man who tried to destroy her watched from behind bars as the daughter he underestimated became the thing that ended him.

THE END.