Chapter 7 - The Empire FallsThe financial collapse happened faster than anyone expected.
Banks froze credit lines.
Suppliers demanded payment.
Construction projects stopped.
Employees began receiving termination notices.
News channels replayed the courtroom footage.
The Harrington name became synonymous with scandal.
But I didn't celebrate.
Not immediately.
I had spent years believing revenge would feel like freedom.
It didn't.
Freedom felt quieter.
It felt like waking up without fear.
It felt like realizing I no longer needed permission to exist.
Three days after the hearing, I returned to the Harrington estate.
The house looked different.
Empty.
Cold.
Without Melissa's voice.
Without Brooklyn's laughter.
Without Callan telling me what I should wear, say, or think.
I walked into the kitchen.
The red light was still blinking.
I stared at it.
A tiny light.
A tiny witness.
A tiny reminder that truth sometimes survives even when people try to bury it.
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I reached up and touched the camera.
"Thank you," I whispered.
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