I had survived more than just a physical fall from a yacht; I had risen above the emotional abyss my family had cast me into. As I stepped into the waiting car, I looked back at the estate—once a symbol of family unity, now just a monument to greed and deception. I knew that moving forward, I would build a new life, one where trust and loyalty were cherished, not exploited.
With a sense of newfound freedom, I instructed the driver to take me away from the past. The road ahead was uncertain, but it was mine to navigate. And for the first time in a long time, I felt truly free.
