Chapter 10: The Horizon

Chapter 10: The Horizon
A year later, I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, looking out over the glittering skyline of New York City.
The divorce was finalized. Daniel was serving a five-year sentence in a white-collar facility. Patricia had moved to a tiny apartment in Florida, living off a meager state pension.
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I held a glass of vintage champagne, feeling the cool glass against my skin. I had lost a husband, but I had found myself. The empire wasn't just waiting in the garage anymore. It was mine, entirely and undeniably.
And I was never handing the keys over again.