“Why didn’t you destroy Aaron completely?”
I looked toward the skyline.
“Because I didn’t want revenge.”
I smiled softly.
“I wanted my life back.”
Daniel nodded.
Then he asked:
“And the jet?”
I laughed for the first time in months.
“Sold.”
“To whom?”
“I haven’t decided.”
He grinned.
“Your husband always said it was his favorite asset.”
I looked at him.
“No.”
I corrected him.
“It was never his.”
I walked away.
Behind me, the doors of Prescott Technologies closed.
And for the first time in four years, I didn’t look back.
The world had once believed I was the woman who had nothing.
They were wrong.
