They turned on each other as the room watched.

Victor pointed at me. “You did this.”

“No,” I said calmly. “You did. I just stopped fixing it.”

Malcolm distributed the final documents.

“The company belongs to the Varrick Family Trust,” he explained. “Evelyn Varrick Hale is the sole trustee.”

Victor stared at me. “Varrick?”

“My name,” I said. “The one that opened every door for you.”

Clara whispered, “You said she had nothing…”

Victor looked trapped.

“You brought your mistress into my home,” I said. “You tried to give away what was never yours.”

“I built this company!” he shouted.

“You decorated it.”

Silence.

Then the decision came:

Victor Hale was removed as CEO.

Security escorted him out as he shouted.

“This is my life!”

“No,” I replied. “It was a loan.”

Clara tried to slip away, but Malcolm stopped her—evidence of theft, fraud, and stolen property laid out clearly.

“The necklace you wore?” I added softly. “A replica. With a tracker.”