The room went silent. His expression shifted from arrogance to panic. Within hours, security escorted him out.
The next morning, the headlines blazed: “New CEO Exposes Massive Fraud Inside Whitmore Industries.”
The Sweetest Revenge
A week later, I attended a charity gala as the honored guest. I wore a simple black gown, elegant and understated. Reporters swarmed. Investors lined up to shake my hand.
Then, across the ballroom, I saw them—Mark and his fiancée. Their smiles faded the moment they recognized me.
Mark approached hesitantly. “Emma… I didn’t realize—”
I smiled, calm and sure. “You were right, Mark. I did belong in the past. But I built my own future.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I stopped him gently. “You had your chance.”
As I turned away, the orchestra swelled, the chandeliers shimmered, and for the first time in years, I felt completely free.
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