I stood by the window, watching the distant skyline of Los Angeles.

The city looked vast and indifferent under the midday sun.

But the weight that had been on my chest for months was gone.

Julian Vance, the man I thought was my husband, was behind bars.

Chloe, the woman who had helped him steal a dead man’s life, was in custody.

And Victoria, the matriarch who thought she was untouchable, was facing the ruin of her legacy.

I looked down at my hand.

The gold wedding band I had worn for two years was gone.

I had left it on the nightstand at the Beverly Hills house.

I did not regret leaving it behind.

The nurse came in a few minutes later to check my vitals.

“Your blood pressure is back to normal,” she said with a warm smile.

“We can probably discharge you tomorrow morning.”

“That sounds perfect,” I said.

“Do you have someone to take you home?” she asked.

“I do,” I said.

I looked at Maya, who was drifting back to sleep.

“We’re going to a new home,” I said.