Chapter 4 - Morning Light Brings Absolute Ruin
Dawn broke over the Manhattan skyline, painting the towering glass skyscrapers in harsh shades of gray and pale gold.
I sat upright in the hospital bed, holding my sleeping daughter close while watching the early morning traffic crawl across the bridges below.
My body ached from the grueling labor, but my mind felt sharper and more focused than it had in four long years of marriage.
Flynn had spent years treating me like a quiet, compliant accessory who would humbly accept his infidelity and financial control.
He had completely forgotten that the brilliant corporate architect who built his dynasty’s legal foundation was his own legally wedded wife.
A nurse entered the room with a cheerful smile, checking my vitals and marveling at how peaceful my baby girl looked.
“You’re an incredible mother, Mrs. Vance; your husband is a very lucky man,” the nurse said warmly.
“He was,” I replied softly, keeping my expression entirely neutral.
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The digital clock on the wall flipped silently to 7:55 AM, signaling that the corporate storm was about to make landfall.
Right on schedule, my phone began to buzz with a relentless stream of incoming notifications, emergency alerts, and missed calls.
