I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. In those simple words, Damian offered more than just shelter. He offered hope.

As the days turned into weeks, I began to rebuild. I found strength in unexpected places—a newfound passion for art, the laughter shared with old friends. And with every step forward, I distanced myself from the shadows of my past.

Kenneth’s departure from the company was swift and unceremonious. Without the backing of my brother, his reputation crumbled, taking with it the facade he’d carefully constructed. Catherine’s influence waned, her barbed remarks losing their sting as they echoed in the empty halls of her own making.