My father moved towards me, his expression a mixture of anger and concern. He gently took my arm, examining the bruise that was already forming on my ribs. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice filled with a tenderness I hadn’t heard in years.

“I will be,” I replied, my voice stronger than I felt. The adrenaline was still coursing through me, but I knew I had to stay composed. This was my moment, a turning point I had envisioned but never dared to believe could materialize.

Ethan was now being led away, his protests drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd. Vanessa stood frozen, unsure whether to follow him or stay behind. Her indecision sealed her fate, and she quietly slipped out a side door, leaving behind a roomful of witnesses to her downfall.

As the police and legal team moved to address the gathered executives, my father turned back to me. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I should have been there for you.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, tears finally escaping as the enormity of what had just happened settled over me. “You’re here now.”