My husband sent me to prison, bla:ming me for causing his mistress’s miscarriage—something I never did. He never visited or called to check on me. The day I get out of prison will be… the day he loses everything.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

He crouched beside the bars with a smile that made my skin crawl.

“Because you wouldn’t sign over the company shares,” he said calmly. “Because you kept asking questions. Because Vivian is easier to love.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

He tilted his head slightly.

“No one likes a proud woman in a cage, Elena.”

After that night, he disappeared completely.

No visits.

No phone calls.

No replies to my letters.

But prison taught me things.

Patience.

Silence.

Discipline.

I learned that revenge is not loud anger.

It’s paperwork filed at the perfect moment.