Chapter 7 - Everything He Thought He OwnedThe investigation lasted months.
The truth became public.
News outlets called it one of the most shocking corporate fraud cases in Manhattan.
People couldn't believe the billionaire executive had been willing to let his wife die for her fortune.
The board removed Thaddius's associates.
The offshore accounts were recovered.
The forged documents were exposed.
The attorney who helped him was arrested.
Clarice and Genevieve faced charges related to financial fraud and conspiracy.
But I didn't celebrate.
Not immediately.
I spent months rebuilding my health.
Some days were difficult.
Some mornings, I woke up terrified that the nightmare had returned.
But then I remembered something.
I had survived.
One afternoon, Daniel came to visit.
“You know what your father would say.”
I smiled.
“What?”
“He'd tell you that you made one stupid mistake.”
I laughed.
“Marrying Thaddius?”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“Believing your empire was the most important thing you had.”
I looked at him.
He was right.
Money had protected me.
Security systems had protected me.
Lawyers had protected me.
But none of those things had given me the strength to survive.
That had come from somewhere else.
My own will.
I reopened Vale Meridian.
But this time, I changed everything.
I established a medical assistance foundation.
We funded treatments for patients who couldn't afford specialized medication.
I created emergency housing for victims of domestic abuse.
And I created a legal protection program for spouses trapped by financially abusive partners.
The company became more successful than ever.
But my priorities changed.
I no longer cared about being the richest woman in the room.
I cared about being alive.
Then, one evening, I received a letter.
From Thaddius.
I almost threw it away.
Instead, I opened it.
He apologized.
He said prison had changed him.
He said he regretted everything.
He asked me to forgive him.
I read the letter twice.
Then I folded it.
I didn't forgive him.
Not yet.
Maybe never.
But I did something better.
I stopped carrying him.
I placed the letter in a drawer.
Closed it.
And walked away.
That was the moment I realized I had finally won.
Not because he was imprisoned.
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Not because I had my money back.
But because his name no longer controlled my emotions.
