That day wasn’t about revenge—it was about reclaiming the dignity I’d lost. I didn’t want Michael’s wealth or his empire. I wanted proof that strength doesn’t come from power or position—it comes from resilience, from refusing to give up even when the world expects you to.
I started over with nothing but determination, love for my child, and the belief that I was capable of more than surviving.
He thought throwing me out would end my story. Instead, it became the chapter where I began writing my own success.
And as I stood outside that building, the Seattle skyline glowing in the distance, I whispered the words that had carried me through every sleepless night:
“Without you, I didn’t starve. I learned to thrive.”
