Evelyn hung up the phone, her heart pounding with a fire she hadn’t felt in years. Mark had underestimated her—a grave mistake. He thought his new title and status gave him unlimited power, but he was about to learn that power wielded by arrogance is nothing compared to power wielded by love and justice.
As she walked back to the living room, she found Sarah curled up on the couch, her eyes closed but her rest disturbed by the occasional twitch or whimper. Evelyn covered her with a warm blanket, softly whispering reassurances that everything would be alright. The storm outside continued to rage, a fitting accompaniment to the storm brewing in Evelyn’s mind.
Evelyn didn’t sleep that night. Instead, she went through her life’s work, piecing together the legacy she had built and the respect she had earned. She flipped through old files, contracts, and board meeting minutes. She needed to remind herself of how far she had come, the battles she had fought, and the victories she had won. This was not just about Sarah; it was about every woman who had ever been told she wasn’t enough.
