The fake contracts.
The offshore transfers.
Ryan. Caldwell. Eleanor.
They had been stealing for years.
And when she found out, they planned to remove her.
Her “accident” wasn’t an accident.
A car forced her off the road.
She escaped before the fire.
A doctor—Dr. Hannah Blake—helped her disappear.
For two years, she hid.
Collected evidence.
Watched.
Waited.
“I didn’t come back,” her voice broke, “because they would have killed you too.”
Ethan leaned against the wall, barely standing.
“I didn’t stop loving you,” she said. “I stayed away because you were the only thing they hadn’t destroyed.”
Logan shut off the recorder.
The next morning, Ryan planned to declare Ethan unfit.
Take control.
Caldwell had the documents ready.
Eleanor had already contacted the media.
Ethan felt something shift inside him.
Not grief.
Clarity.
They searched the greenhouse behind the mansion.
Near a broken statue—headless, forgotten.
That’s where they found her.
Not in the open.
Hidden in a small tool shed.
Olivia.
Thinner. Pale. Changed.
But alive.
She covered her mouth when she saw him.
Ethan didn’t run.
He walked slowly.
“It’s you,” he whispered.
She nodded, crying.
They held each other—not perfectly, not gracefully—but desperately.