Chapter 16 - A Rare Moment Of Reflection Over City Lights
Friday evening descended upon Manhattan, painting the autumn sky in brilliant shades of violet and deep orange.
I stood on the private wrap-around balcony of my penthouse apartment, holding a glass of crisp white wine.
The glittering city lights stretched out endlessly before me, symbolizing a future completely unhindered by deceit.
I had lost a toxic marriage within twenty-four hours, but I had reclaimed my sovereignty, my fortune, and my self-respect.
My phone buzzed on the glass table nearby, displaying a text message from Victoria confirming all trust accounts were secure.
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I smiled to myself, taking a slow sip of wine as a cool evening breeze rustled through my hair.
Some endings aren't tragedies at all; they are simply the violent clearing away of dead weight.
