The jury convicted her in four hours.

Voss Meridian collapsed, then rebuilt under court supervision. Corrupt executives fell with it. Victims of their unsafe projects received settlements from seized assets. Daniel’s foundation—the one we had planned together—funded legal aid for families crushed by powerful people.

Two years later, I stood on a quiet hill above the sea, walking without a cane.

Daniel’s ring still rested over my heart.

The wind was warm. The world wasn’t healed, but it was softer.

I opened a letter from the prison board.

Evelyn’s appeal had been denied.

Victor’s sentence had been extended after another fraud charge.

I folded the letter and placed it beside Daniel’s grave.

“They thought our wedding night was the end,” I whispered.

Then I smiled through quiet tears.

“It was only the part where I survived.”