My husband, for the first time since my father d*ed, had absolutely nothing to say.
Chapter 5: Integrity Over Zeros
I walked out of that facility a free woman, into a life Roman had spent three months looting.
Reclaiming it was almost simple.
A man convicted of killing his first wife and framing his second does not keep control of a five-billion-dollar company, or a Hamptons estate, or anything else.
Roman will answer for Marissa Thorne, and for my father, for the rest of his life.
Priscilla, who couldn’t resist bragging, is answering as his accessory.
Sienna took her emeralds — my emeralds — and tried to vanish before the accounts froze. She did not make it far, and the jewelry went back into my father’s safe where it belonged.
I put Edmund Langley’s portrait back on the wall the first afternoon I came home.
I stood in front of it for a long time.
