Zara’s POV

I stood in the hallway, watching as Zane was dragged from his office. It felt so thrilling to see because I had waited long for this moment where he gets to pay for his wrongs and crimes. But a jail term would be nothing compared to what I would rather he suffers for intentionally getting into that accident I sacrificed my life and career for.

My insides jumped in excitement as I heard his loud protests against the police and prosecutors. 

“You can’t do this,” he barked, trying to yank himself away from the officers that held his arm tight. His tie was loose, his hair rough and...