I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 26
Around them, family members and trusted colleagues laughed and danced, sharing stories of the future. The corporate empire of Vance Global was thriving under ethical, visionary leadership, its charitable foundations actively funding programs for survivors of domestic and violent trauma—a silent pledge honoring the strength it took to rise from the ashes.
Richard Vance watched his daughter from his table, a quiet tear slipping down his cheek. He knew he could never fully undo the past, but seeing Caroline smile—truly, deeply happy, surrounded by people who loved her for who she was—gave him a profound sense of closure. He had lost one daughter to her own darkness, but the other had somehow brought the light back into the world.
