There was a brief pause on the other end, just a heartbeat of surprise before his voice came back, resolute and ready. “Understood. I’ll activate the plan. Are you safe, Haven?”

I glanced down at my sons. “I will be. Just ensure everything is set for tomorrow.”

“Consider it done.”

I ended the call, my heart racing with a newfound determination. Tomorrow, the world would know the truth, and the people who had wronged me would finally understand the gravity of their mistake. They thought they could humiliate and discard me, but they were about to learn just how wrong they were.

As I stood there in the frigid night, I heard the distant hum of an approaching vehicle. The headlights pierced through the darkness, and I recognized the familiar, comforting shape of James’s SUV. He stepped out, his expression a mix of fury and compassion as he rushed to my side.

“Haven, I’m so sorry,” he said, wrapping a warm blanket around me and the twins. “I can’t believe they would do this to you.”

I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “They underestimated me. Tomorrow, they’ll see who I truly am.”

With his help, I settled into the car, securing my sons safely beside me. As we drove away from the house that had been a facade of family, my thoughts turned to the morning. I imagined the shock and panic on their faces when they realized the truth—that I, Haven Carter, owned everything they held dear.

I visualized the headlines that would paint them as the villains, their reputations in shambles as my story unfolded. My heart ached for Ryan, the man I thought I knew, but I couldn’t allow sentimentality to sway me. He had made his choice, and I would make mine.

As the city lights blurred past, I hugged my sons tightly, whispering promises of a brighter future. Tomorrow, I would rise from the ashes they tried to bury me in. Tomorrow, I would reclaim my power, my dignity, and my life. And they, the ones who cast me into the cold, would find themselves shivering in the darkness of their own making.