“You built it on stolen land and forged signatures,” I said, my voice steady. “And now it belongs to the state, until the receivership is settled.”

I looked at the corporate logo on the wall, the silver apex symbol that had once felt like a shadow over my entire life.

In my pocket, my fingers brushed against the power of attorney documents I had filed three days ago, before Ethan had me committed.

As the spouse and a primary shareholder with clean capital, the board would have no choice but to hand the reins to me during the liquidation.

I would rebuild it, block by block, without the blood on the ledger.

“Let’s go,” the agent said, pushing Ethan toward the door.

Ethan stumbled, his polished leather shoes slipping on the plaster dust on the floor.

As they led him out, he looked back over his shoulder at Liam.

“Your career is dead, doctor,” Ethan yelled, his voice echoing down the hallway. “I made sure of that.”

Liam didn’t flinch.

“The medical board received the retractions from your paid witnesses ten minutes ago, Ethan,” Liam said quietly. “My license is being restored on Monday.”