PART 2

Dominic called forty-three times before midnight.

I did not answer once.

By morning, he changed his approach.

“You attacked my mother,” he wrote. “Come home and apologize, or I’ll make sure you walk away with nothing.”

Victoria posted online that I was unstable, jealous, and desperate for attention. Paige uploaded a photo from my bedroom, wearing my silk robe, with the caption:

“Some women lose because they were never enough.”

I saved everything.

Every insult became evidence.

Every post became a record.

And when Victoria ordered the security company to delete the footage from the mansion, that became another criminal charge.

From a luxury hotel suite across the city, I watched them celebrate what they thought was my defeat while Sophia quietly built the case that would destroy them.

The mansion’s security system had recorded everything.

The hallway camera showed Victoria following me toward the stairs. It captured her hand striking my back. The audio caught Dominic standing only a few feet away, saying:

“Mom, not so hard.”

Then he walked away while I lay unconscious.

He had seen everything.

And he had left me there.

The company records were even worse.

Dominic had been moving money into a shell corporation owned by Paige. Victoria had used company funds for jewelry, vacations, and political donations. They believed Dominic controlled the business because his name was on the building.

But the voting shares belonged to me.

At noon, my chief financial officer sent an emergency notice to every executive suspending Dominic pending a fraud investigation.

His corporate cards stopped working while he was buying Paige a diamond bracelet.

The jewelry store’s security footage showed him smiling confidently as the clerk returned the declined card.

“What do you mean it’s frozen?” he snapped.

Minutes later, a locksmith arrived at the mansion with a court officer. Since the property belonged to my holding firm and Dominic’s occupancy agreement had been terminated for criminal misconduct, he had forty-eight hours to leave.

Victoria called me screaming.

“You scheming little parasite! That house belongs to my son!”

I spoke to her for the first time since the fall.

“No. It belongs to the woman you pushed down the stairs.”

Silence cracked across the line.

Then Dominic grabbed the phone.

“Audrey, listen. I didn’t know about the baby.”

“You knew I was lying broken beneath you.”

“My mother panicked.”

“You stepped over me.”

His breathing turned ragged.

“We can fix this.”

I looked at the ultrasound photo Dr. Reed had printed for me.

“There is no ‘we’ anymore.”

That evening, Dominic held a press conference outside company headquarters. He claimed a mysterious investor was attempting a hostile takeover. He called himself the founder of the company and promised to expose the coward hiding behind lawyers.

I watched from the top-floor boardroom.

Sophia smiled.

“He still doesn’t understand.”

“No,” I said. “Let him finish.”

The next morning, Dominic stormed into the emergency board meeting with Victoria and Paige behind him. All three looked dressed for battle.

Then he stopped.

Because I was sitting at the head of the table.

The chairman rose.

“Mr. Vance, meet Audrey Crestwood, majority owner of Vance Development.”

Dominic’s face went blank.

He had chosen the wrong woman to destroy.

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