Chapter 13
Meanwhile, Rebecca sat in the sunlit garden terrace of her private estate in Connecticut, sipping chamomile tea surrounded by blooming white hydrangeas. The tranquil countryside offered a stark and welcome contrast to the frantic chaos of Manhattan.
Her phone chimed softly with an encrypted notification from the federal prosecutor's office. The preliminary investigation into Richard's offshore corporate accounts had uncovered enough illegal paper trails to guarantee a lengthy federal prison sentence.
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She smiled calmly, placing her teacup down on the wrought-iron saucer with a delicate click. The chapter of betrayal was officially closed, and her future stretched out like an unblemished horizon.
A gentle breeze rustled the oak trees overhead, carrying the crisp scent of falling autumn leaves across the pristine lawn. She had won her freedom fair and square.
