My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

you, Damian,” I replied softly, covering his hand with mine.

We had survived it. And peace had taken its place.

His phone buzzed on the counter: a legal update from Serena’s public defender, begging for settlement consideration to reduce her crushing financial liability.

Chapter 6: The Embers of Ash

One year later.

Autumn wind moved gently through the Kingsley continue reading …