He was escorted out to return his company property while I remained with leadership to finalize the next steps, including legal support and cooperation with any investigations related to fraud.
When I stepped outside the building the cold air felt sharp but clean, and for the first time in a long while I understood that the process ahead would be difficult but no longer something I faced alone.
Brandon tried to contact me later with messages that shifted between apology and threat, but my lawyer filed for a restraining order and I handed over every piece of evidence including recordings, screenshots, and reports.
Two weeks later I returned to the apartment with an officer and a locksmith, not to reconcile but to collect what belonged to me and close that chapter completely.
Inside a drawer I found printed tickets for Maui under Brandon’s name and another woman’s name, and I simply took a photo as additional proof before finishing packing my belongings.
That night back at Olivia’s apartment we ate quietly, and when she asked what came next I looked at my steady hands and said, “Now I rebuild everything without him, and he can pay for his illusions on his own.”
