Chapter 4: Rebuilding Without Fear
Three months later, I stood inside my condo.
My condo.
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Capitol Hill.
Everything was exactly where I had left it.
Untouched.
Unclaimed.
Mine.
The divorce was finalized quickly.
There was no negotiation.
No compromise.
Because there was nothing left to negotiate.
Diego lost more than the case.
He lost his position at his firm.
His family’s name no longer carried weight—it carried scandal.
And me?
I didn’t just survive.
I expanded.
My architecture firm took on new clients.
Bigger projects.
Stronger partnerships.
Because people trust those who stand up when it matters.
Natalie left the family shortly after.
We stayed in touch.
Some people walk away from toxicity quietly.
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Others burn it down on their way out.
I had done both.
