The glass double doors of the Crown Harbor Hotel opened into the biting December air of Manhattan, but the winter chill was nothing compared to the ice freezing over my veins.

The board of directors had held an emergency vote following the devastating media fallout and the freezing of corporate accounts. Within forty-eight hours, Dominic had been stripped of his CEO title, forced out by his own primary investors to salvage what little reputation the company had left.

Vanessa Moretti had vanished, her social media accounts deleted, her professional reputation burned to ash overnight.

I sat alone at the massive mahogany desk in the executive office—the very office Dominic had once barred me from entering.

The door opened quietly.

Dominic walked in. He looked ten years older. The sharp, arrogant billionaire swagger was entirely gone, replaced by the broken posture of a man who had gambled everything on ego and lost.

"You ruined me," he said quietly, his voice hollow, staring at me across the desk. "The board ousted me. The investors pulled out. I'm facing criminal fraud investigations."

I didn't look up from the document I was signing.

"I didn't ruin you, Dominic," I replied calmly. "I simply stopped protecting you from the consequences of your own choices. You built your house on stolen sand, and you expected me to stand quietly in the basement while you locked the door."

He swallowed hard, stepping closer. "Nora... we have a son. Can't we talk about this? We can rebuild. Together."

I finished signing my signature, closed the folder, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"The divorce papers are finalized, Dominic. Full custody of Eli is mine. And as part of the asset restructuring settlement..." I slid a single sheet of paper across the polished wood toward him "...Caruso Design Group is now legally reorganized under my sole proprietorship. Effective immediately."