Chapter 10 - The Bitter End
Six months passed, and the highly publicized federal trials moved with brutal, satisfying efficiency.
Matt, Emily, and my parents were all sentenced to decades in maximum-security federal prisons for their extensive crimes.
Mark received a significantly lighter sentence in exchange for his full cooperation, but I still refused to speak to him.
I finalized my divorce from Matt, legally stripped him of every single asset, and reclaimed my entire company.
I sold the suburban house that held so many terrible memories and bought a beautiful, secluded property right on the beach.
The sound of the crashing waves replaced the constant, suffocating anxiety that had dominated my adult life.
I sat on my wooden porch on a beautiful Tuesday morning, sipping hot coffee and enjoying the absolute peace.
I had successfully rebuilt my life from the ashes of betrayal, and I was finally, truly happy.
The distant sound of a delivery truck engine broke the peaceful silence of the coastline.
A courier in a brown uniform walked up the sandy steps and handed me a thick, unmarked envelope.
I signed for the package, thanked him, and casually tore the heavy paper open with my thumb.
Inside the envelope rested a thick stack of high-resolution, glossy surveillance photographs.
I dropped my coffee mug, watching it shatter across the wooden deck as I stared at the horrifying images.
The photos clearly showed my ex-husband Matt meeting secretly with Sarah, the undercover FBI agent, in a dark restaurant.
In the final photograph, the two of them were leaning across the table, kissing each other passionately.
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A handwritten note on the back of the final photo made my blood run absolutely cold.
"You didn't win, Olivia; we just removed the obstacles to your life insurance policy."
