Chapter 8 - The Final Demolition
The corporate restructuring was swift, merciless, and absolute.
Within forty-eight hours, the name Montgomery Logistics was officially rebranded as Apex-Montgomery Global. Eleanor was barred from entering the building, her office cleared out and her personal belongings packed into cardboard boxes left at the front security desk.
Ethan had vanished. Friends in high-society circles whispered that he had packed a single bag and caught a red-eye flight out of O'Hare, heading to a remote town in Europe where nobody knew his name or the disgrace of his family name.
Senator Hastings had successfully distanced his political career from the scandal, publicly issuing a statement condemning the Montgomery family's deceit and announcing that Caroline was taking an extended sabbatical abroad.
And the estate in Lake Geneva?
It went up for emergency liquidation to cover mounting corporate debts.
One crisp Tuesday afternoon, I stood on the grand marble balcony of the Lake Geneva mansion—the exact spot where Eleanor had dropped her champagne flute weeks earlier. The movers were downstairs loading trucks, stripping the opulent halls of their gilded mirrors, crystal chandeliers, and antique furniture.
Liam, Noah, and Caleb ran out onto the balcony, laughing as they chased each other around the wide stone terrace, their childish laughter echoing off the high stone walls.
I watched them, a genuine, warm smile finally touching my lips.
"Mama!" Caleb shouted, running over and tugging at my blazer. "Can we paint our bedrooms in the big house blue? With dinosaur stickers?"
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I knelt down, brushing a dark lock of wavy hair out of his forehead—hair that looked just like Ethan’s, but eyes that burned with my own unbreakable spirit.
"You can paint your rooms any color you want, baby," I whispered, kissing his cheek. "Any color in the world."
