With shaking hands, Maren gently took the baby into her arms. The moment she held him against her chest, the boy let out a soft coo, his fair, golden curls catching the light.
He was the splitting image of the twins.
Maren burst into a mixture of sob and laughter, clutching her lost son as if she would never let him go.
Tessa backed away, her back hitting the wall as Vance handed the police captain the folder containing the wire transfers, the bribed doctor’s signed confession, and the forged stillborn certificate.
“Rowan, listen to me!” Tessa shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls. “I did it for us! She didn’t deserve you! She didn’t deserve the lifestyle! I wanted to give you a family, a perfect heir without her attachment!”
“You are a monster,” I said, looking at her with total disgust. “You destroyed a mother’s life, stole a newborn child, and lived a lie in my home. You didn’t love me, Tessa. You loved the empire. And now, you’re going to watch it bury you.”
The handcuffs clicked loudly onto her wrists. Tessa screamed and cursed as the officers dragged her out into the night, her designer dress trailing in the dirt.
She was facing charges of kidnapping, corporate fraud, identity theft, and extortion. She would spend the rest of her life in a maximum-security cell, stripped of her wealth, her name, and her freedom.
One week later, the paperwork for the absolute dissolution of my engagement was finalized, alongside a massive restructure of my corporate empire.
I legally transferred fifty-one percent of my company’s shares into a blind trust solely owned by Maren and our three children. I didn’t care about the board or the press. I cared about justice.
