The gavel cracked like a gunshot, sealing my fate. I sat there, stripped of my bar license, while George stood beside the judge, nodding solemnly—as if he hadn’t fed them lies like poisoned sugar. My hands trembled, not from fear, but fury. They took my title, my firm, even visitation rights. 'For the child’s stability,' they said.\n\nI didn’t cry. I watched. I learned. And when the cameras left, I vanished.\n\nNow, three years later, I stand outside Will Carpio’s penthouse, rain soaking my coat. He opens the door, eyes wide. 'You’re really back.'\n\n'Not just back,' I say, stepping inside. 'I’m coming for everything.'\n\nThe phone buzzes. Lily’s school. She’s been asking for me.\n\nThis is where it starts. Do I go to her and risk alerting George? Do I strike first and expose his fraud? Or do I disappear again—and let him win?