Chapter 22 - THE WHISPER OF REGRET
Miles away in the federal penitentiary, the winter snow fell heavily against the small, iron-barred window of Block C.
Julian Sterling pressed his forehead against the cold glass, watching the distant city lights twinkle far across the frozen horizon.
He was entirely alone, forgotten by the high-society friends who once fawned over his wealth and corporate status.
Celeste had long since moved on, abandoning him the moment his bank accounts hit absolute zero.
He finally understood the bitter irony of his ambition: in his relentless pursuit to control everything, he had lost absolutely everything.
The sound of the guard locking down the cell block echoed like a death knell through the silent concrete hall.
He closed his eyes tightly, wishing he could turn back the clock to the sunny afternoon in the golden ballroom.
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To the moment before he raised his hand against the only person who truly cared for his future.
But time, like justice, moved only in one direction—forward, leaving the broken remnants of the past behind.
