ENDING
Three months later, I stood in court as my grandfather pleaded guilty.
The empire cracked.
My father stepped down.
I lost everything I thought mattered.
And gained the only thing that did.
My son.
The first time I held Noah again, he reached for me without hesitation.
Like I hadn’t broken anything.
Like I still had a chance.
And Hannah—
She watched us.
Not love.
Not forgiveness.
But not nothing.
And after everything—
Not nothing felt like everything.
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