“No.”
“Yes.”
Ryan staggered backward.
Because he finally understood.
The company carrying the Montgomery family name.
The company that funded their lifestyle.
The company that paid for the mansion.
The company paying for this wedding.
Belonged to me.
I quietly reached into my purse.
Then handed him a folder.
His hands shook as he opened it.
Inside sat a signed document.
At the bottom was my signature.
The new majority owner.
Ryan read the final page.
Then looked at me in horror.
“You own everything.”
“Not everything.”
I glanced down at the children.
“I own what matters.”
Tears rolled down Ryan’s face.
“Please.”
One word.
Broken.
Desperate.
“Please give me a chance.”
The entire ballroom waited.
Three years of regret sat inside those words.
Three years of loss.
Three years he could never recover.
I looked at Noah.
Leo.
Elena.