Chapter 7 - THE FALLEN PRINCE
Daniel was led out of the building in handcuffs.
The press was there,
capturing the moment his arrogance finally collapsed.
The photo of him being pushed into the police car would be on the cover of every paper by morning.
I watched from the balcony of the boardroom,
the same place I had watched him play the part of the perfect husband.
It was over.
But the Bennett legacy still had wounds to heal.
I spent the next week in meetings,
reassuring investors and cleaning up the financial mess he had left.
The two point four million was gone,
spent on a life of lies.
I made a public announcement that I would be personally replenishing the fund.
The Bennett name would not be associated with theft.
I received a letter from jail a few days later.
It was from Daniel.
"Maya, please.
I'm sorry."
"I love you."
"Let's talk,
we can fix this."
I didn't even open it.
I dropped it into the shredder.
He still thought he could charm his way out of the dark.
He still didn't understand that I wasn't the woman he married.
I was the woman my mother had trained me to be.
I visited the construction site of the new hospital wing.
The workers were busy,
the sound of hammers and saws filling the air.
That was where the money belonged.
In building something real.
In building a future.
I touched the Star of the North at my throat.
My mother’s diamonds were no longer a symbol of my loss.
They were a symbol of my strength.
I had bought her back from his bad taste.
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And in doing so,
I had found myself.
