Now I loved it.
Because silence no longer meant someone was hiding something from me.
It meant there was nothing left to hide.
I thought about Ryan’s final message.
I’m sorry I destroyed the best thing I ever had.
Maybe I was once the best thing he had.
But he wasn’t the best thing I had.
Not anymore.
The best thing I had was the woman standing in my garden.
The woman who finally understood that she didn’t need a husband to prove she was valuable.
She didn’t need a mansion to prove she was successful.
She didn’t need a family who chose her.
She didn’t even need revenge.
She needed herself.
And she had finally come back.
Three years after Ryan’s arrest, I returned to the old Belle Meade property.
The house had changed hands again.
Michael had renovated it beautifully.
