My Sister Stole My Wedding Dress and Married the Man I Loved for Money, Then He Was Shocked

Her head snapped up. “You want me to lead it?” she asked.

I leaned forward. “You’ve been on both sides of this. You fell for Axel’s lies, but now you know better. Help the others.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “Why would you do this for me?” she asked.

I met her gaze. “Because I’m done letting Axel ruin people’s lives, including yours.”

She swallowed hard, nodding. “Don’t mess this up,” I warned.

“I won’t,” she whispered.

That evening, I found myself sitting on the rooftop of Harrington Enterprises, looking over the city lights.

“Mind some company?” Axel’s voice asked.

I turned to see Cameron standing there, hands in his pockets. I nodded.

He sat beside me, the silence between us comfortable. “You did the right thing,” he finally said.

“Which part?” I asked.

He smiled. “All of it.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he added, “You know, I don’t think Axel ever realized just how badly he underestimated you.”

I smirked. “Men like him never do.”

He turned to face me fully. “So, what happens now?” he asked.

I exhaled. “We move forward. We make things right.”

“And you?” he asked softly.

I looked at him, really looked at him. “I think I finally get to start over.”

He reached for my hand, fingers brushing against mine. I let them stay there.

For the first time in weeks, I felt something close to peace.

The courtroom was silent as the judge prepared to deliver the sentence. Axel sat at the defense table in an orange jumpsuit, looking smaller than he ever had before.

“The defendant has shown a repeated pattern of fraud and manipulation,” the judge said.

“The impact of his actions has been extensive.”

Amelia sat behind me, Christine and Cameron on either side.

“Taking into account the severity of these crimes,” the judge continued,

“this court sentences the defendant to 15 years in federal prison.”

A hush fell over the room. Beside me, Amelia let out a shaky breath.

Axel shot me one last glare as they led him away. I held his gaze, unwavering.

Outside, the press swarmed. Reporters shouted questions. “Miss Monroe, how does it feel to see justice served?” they asked.

I stopped, turning to the cameras. “This was never just about justice,” I said.

“It was about protecting people. It was about making sure no one else ever suffered at his hands again.”

And with that, I walked away. Away from the courthouse, away from the chaos.

I didn’t just win a company; I won something more important: control over my own destiny.