Their trust funds were now fully funded, secured by the court-ordered transfer of the offshore assets.

Their home by the sea was safe, paid for in full.

I sat down at the large mahogany desk that had once belonged to Daniel.

I opened the first folder of the daily operations report and began to read.

I was no longer the wife waiting in the background, nor the ex-wife fighting for scraps.

I was the primary director of Mercer Development.

And for the first time in many years, the future belonged entirely to my children and me.