Four months later, I sat peacefully on the bright terrace of my home, enjoying a fresh cup of coffee in complete silence.
My phone lit up with a message from my attorney:
Divorce Decree Finalized. Full asset recovery complete.
I placed the phone down and slowly breathed in.
Julian had believed he was condemning me to 1,460 days trapped inside my own home, serving his cruel parents while he lived freely like a king.
He had planned every part of his escape.
Except for one thing.
He forgot that the woman he tried to turn into a servant was the same woman who held the keys to the entire empire.
