The morning sun spilled through the wide windows, painting golden light across the garden. I leaned against the balcony railing, my hands resting on Sophia's crib. Her gentle giggle made me smile everytime she did it. After everything, the lies, the betrayals, the revenge, this was peace. This was mine.

Vincent appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “Morning,” he whispered. I leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart calm me.

“Morning," I replied softly. Simple. Ordinary. Yet it felt like a victory far greater than any courtroom triumph.

“Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?" I asked,...