The officers led Leo out of the house in handcuffs while the oak tree outside swayed gently, as if Arthur himself were watching everything unfold. For the first time in months, I felt the air return to my lungs.Serena backed away, her face drained of color.“This is a misunderstanding,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Alina didn’t even look at her. “You participated in fraud. You knew exactly what Leo was doing.”
Serena’s mask finally cracked — the polite smile, the soft voice, the false concern she used to hide the greed in her eyes. She looked around the house one last time, not with affection, but with regret. Not regret for hurting me — regret that the $50 million plan had fallen apart.When the officers asked if I wanted to press charges, I felt the weight of every year, every memory, every betrayal.
“Yes,” I said. “Every charge available.”
