Chapter 4: The Architect of Justice
The arrest was clinical. Mark and Elena were dragged away, their protests drowned out by the harsh reality of handcuffs and Miranda rights. Mark looked back once, his eyes wide with a mix of fury and the sudden, terrifying realization that the woman he had spent years trying to diminish had been the one holding the leash the entire time.
Sarah watched from the center of the kitchen as they were hauled away. She didn't feel joy. She felt the heavy, cold satisfaction of a project completed.
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The lead detective approached her, holding a folder. "Mrs. Sterling, we have the evidence from the hub. It’s more than enough. You’re free to go."
"I'm not Mrs. Sterling anymore," Sarah said, pulling a ring from her finger and placing it on the marble island. "I’m Sarah Vance. And that house? You can keep the evidence. The bank has already initiated the foreclosure proceedings. I triggered those, too."
