I smiled as Victor took everything—the house, cars, money, even my silence. His mistress laughed. I leaned in. “Thank you.” He frowned. “Why?” I glanced at the cameras. “For taking everything poisoned.” By midnight, his empire began to burn.

I glanced past him—toward the cameras, the reporters, and the black car across the street where two federal agents were waiting.

“No,” I said quietly. “I was set free.”

Celeste’s smile faltered for just a moment.

Then she pulled him away.

And I watched my ex-husband walk straight toward the first locked door of his new life.