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.

He turned, enjoying his victory. “You’ll be fine,” he said. “Maybe teach accounting. Something simple.”

Celeste slipped her arm through his. “Come on, darling. Let’s celebrate.”

I nodded. “Enjoy it.”

Victor stepped closer, lowering his voice. “That ‘thank you’ sounded strange.”

“Did it?”

He searched my face for panic—but found nothing. That irritated him.

“You lost, Maya.”

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.