Epilogue

Sienna’s POV

A year had passed, and life had settled into a rhythm that felt both foreign and profoundly right. The high-stakes drama of the past—the corporate betrayals, the public reckonings, the whispered conspiracies—had faded into the background, becoming a story we told over late-night cups of tea, a cautionary tale of a life once lived in a frantic, unforgiving world.

Now, our world was defined by the gentle hum of normalcy.

I was working on a new piece, a canvas overflowing with soft, muted tones, a landscape of the beach where Daniel and I had made our vows. It wasn’t about the fight anymore.

It was about the peace that followed.

The door creaked open, and Daniel walked in, a wide, easy smile on his face.

He no longer wore the tailored, armor-like suits of a corporate CEO. Today, he was in a simple pair of jeans and a worn T-shirt, his hair slightly disheveled.

He looked younger, happier, and completely at home.

He came