I expected rage.
Instead I felt tired.
Then lighter.
My phone rang as I reached the front door.
It was Rachel from the office.
The first major implementation milestone under the $53 million partnership had been approved.
For the first time in months, I smiled without forcing it.
The company was safe.
My name was still mine.
My future was no longer tied to a man who had mistaken my restraint for weakness.
I locked the door behind me and handed over the key when the time came.
I never needed to ruin Preston’s life.
I only stopped financing the version of it he had built on top of mine.
And once I did, the truth was expensive enough all by itself.
