Chapter 17

Three years passed quickly, marking the end of Julian's sentence and his release from the federal facility. He walked out the iron gates wearing simple denim clothes, carrying his belongings in a small paper bag.
He took a bus to the city, taking a job as a dishwasher in a small diner in Queens.
Every evening, he wiped down the counters, remembering the dirty cloth he had thrown at his wife.
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The irony of his new reality was a constant, sobering reminder of the laws of cause and effect.
He was no longer the arrogant heir; he was just an ordinary man learning the value of hard work.