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Chapter 6 - The Daughter Who Lost Everything Except a MotherSix months passed.

Marcus was eventually charged with financial fraud.

His company collapsed.

The mansion was sold.

The cars disappeared.

The friends who once surrounded him vanished.

Lydia moved into a small apartment.

She found a job.

Not at Sterling Global.

Not through me.

She worked for a nonprofit organization that helped women escape financial abuse.

At first, I didn't understand why.

Then I did.

She wanted to understand what manipulation looked like before it became obvious.

She wanted to help women who had stayed too long.

One evening, she came to my house.

She carried a small paper bag.

“I brought dinner.”

I smiled.

“You cooked?”

“Yes.”

“That may be more dangerous than Marcus.”

She laughed.

It was the first genuine laugh I'd heard from her in months.

We ate together.

No lawyers.

No contracts.

No money.

Just mother and daughter.

After dinner, she placed something on the table.

My old wedding photograph.

I stared at it.

“Where did you get this?”

“I found it in storage.”

She looked at the picture.

“You were beautiful.”

“I was terrified.”

“Of Dad?”

“No.”

I smiled sadly.

“Of failing.”

She looked at me.

“You never failed.”

“I did.”

I touched the photograph.

“I thought money could replace time.”

She was quiet.

Then she said:

“I thought money could replace love.”

I looked at her.

And suddenly, we understood each other.

That night, we talked until two in the morning.

About childhood.

About loneliness.

About mistakes.

About the things we had never said.

Before she left, she hugged me.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Would you come to my apartment Sunday?”

“Why?”

“I want to cook breakfast.”

I smiled.

“I'll come.”

After she left, I stood by the window.

For the first time in years, my house didn't feel enormous.

It felt like home.

But the story wasn't over.

Because the following Monday morning, David walked into my office carrying a thick envelope.

“We have a problem.”

I looked up.

“What happened?”

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He placed the envelope on my desk.

“Marcus isn't finished.”

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