Six months later, Daniel was buried in civil depositions and a financial investigation.
Vanessa had lost her title and the diamond ring, which investigators traced to a company-linked expense account.
I kept the roses to remember the woman who walked into that office humiliated—and walked out owning her life again.
A year later, I finally went to Paris.
Alone.
From a balcony above the Seine, I watched lights shimmer across the water.
My phone was silent.
No missed calls.
No lies.
No one explaining my power to me.
I raised a glass and whispered the only Valentine’s message Daniel had earned.
“Thank you for showing me exactly who you were.”
