Chapter 18 - Reclaiming PeaceSix months after the trial, life in Denver had settled into a beautiful, quiet rhythm.
I returned to my Capitol Hill condominium. The apartment was no longer a target; it was a sanctuary.
I spent my evenings sitting on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the Rocky Mountains in shades of purple and gold. I was no longer the quiet, accommodating wife who kept her head down. I was a survivor, a successful architect, and a woman who knew her worth.
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My architectural firm was thriving. After the news of my legal victory and my design talent spread, I was flooded with new contracts from high-profile clients who admired my strength and resilience.
Diego was serving a four-year sentence at a medium-security prison in Colorado. His career was over, his name ruined, and his family name was now synonymous with greed and fraud.
