“You know, Greg,” I said evenly, my voice steady, “freedom was never supposed to come from my life insurance. It was always about freeing yourself from your greed and your lies. I hope you realize now just how deep a trap you’ve built for yourself.”
As the detective led Greg out of the room, I leaned back against my pillows, exhaustion washing over me. The fight wasn’t over—the road to recovery stretched far ahead, both physically and emotionally. But for the first time, I felt a spark of hope. I was free of the farce, free to rebuild my life without the shadow of Greg’s deceit hanging over me.
Nurses and doctors came and went, checking vitals, adjusting medication, offering polite smiles. My mind, though, was elsewhere—on the future. There would be court hearings, surely public and painful, but necessary. They would be the cleansing fire, the step toward justice and peace.
