“Mr. Vance,” she said, her voice echoing in the courtroom. “You used your wealth and influence to corrupt public institutions, launder millions of dollars, and destroy the lives of those who stood in your way.”

“You showed no remorse for your actions,” she continued. “You believed you were above the law.”

“The court sentences you to twenty-five years in a federal maximum-security facility, with no possibility of parole.”

Ethan’s lawyer stood up, attempting to speak, but the judge raised her hand.

“This court is adjourned,” she said, striking the gavel.

Two marshals stepped forward, grabbing Ethan by his arms to lead him out.

Before he reached the side door, he stopped and turned his head to look at me.

His eyes were full of a cold, desperate anger.

“You’ll lose it all, Claire,” he spat, his voice carrying across the quiet room. “You can’t run that company without me.”

“I already am, Ethan,” I said, my voice calm and clear.

The marshals pulled him through the door, and it clicked shut behind them.

I stood up and walked out of the courtroom, the reporters flashing cameras as I reached the lobby.