Stop.
No extra claim.
No public humiliation.
No dramatic second gala.
No social-media revenge.
No press release calling me the woman behind his empire.
No need to make strangers applaud the fact that I had been underestimated.
I knew who I was before they knew.
That was the only part I needed to keep.
I picked up my mug.
Walked toward the office door.
Then noticed the towel through the open kitchen doorway.
Still crooked beside the sink.
For one second, I considered going back to straighten it.
I smiled.
Turned off my office monitor.
The Vance files stayed locked.
The necklace stayed in its drawer.