I smiled softly.
“You’re asking the wrong question,” I told him. “Ask what I saved.”
The final confrontation happened during their wedding.
Gold decorations.
White roses.
Champagne towers.
Guests laughing beneath crystal lights while Marcus stood at the altar pretending his life was perfect.
Then I walked in.
The room fell silent.
Marcus rushed toward me immediately.
“You need to leave.”
“You always confuse need with control,” I replied calmly.
Vivian crossed her arms.
“Have some dignity, Elena. Haven’t you ruined enough lives?”
I looked directly into her eyes.
“You buried me with a fake child that never existed.”
Her expression cracked.
Then the ballroom doors opened again.
Celeste entered alongside detectives, federal agents, Mara the nurse, and the very prosecutor who once helped send me to prison.
A projector screen lowered behind the altar.
