"Three years ago, I nearly died." Emily snatched her passport back from Sophia’s hand. "This British couple is my family. They’re good people. They saved me and took me to England." She held the passport firmly. "And yet, you still wouldn’t let me go. You went to every length to forge my death certificate." "Do you all want to know why they wouldn’t leave a ‘dead’ woman alone?" Emily let out a bitter laugh. "Because this was their only chance to inherit the wealth I left behind." "I didn’t die; I’m alive and back to reclaim what’s rightfully mine. This time, no one will hurt me. Sophia, you and your mother won’t steal my inheritance, and you won’t ruin my wedding. Now, the ceremony continues." Satan stood in the grand hall, watching the strong, fearless woman Emily had become, a wave of unspeakable joy rising within him. His woman had become powerful. Dressed in a white gown, Emily walked slowly toward Satan, accompanied by Bert. The small diamonds on her gown sparkled under the lights, casting tiny glimmers of brilliance. But the brightest glow came from her eyes, resembling a radiant galaxy filled with endless stars. She walked toward Satan with a soft smile, stopping before him. As Emily and Vincent exchanged their vows, the world around them faded into the background. They had fought so hard for this moment, a quiet certainty settling over them as they looked into each other’s eyes and pledged their lives to one another. Meggie, seated in the front row, couldn’t contain her emotions and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, overwhelmed with joy and relief. But just as the pastor prepared to close the ceremony, an agitated cry echoed from the side of the hall, shattering the peace. Sophia, restrained by Dylan, was thrashing in his grasp, her face twisted in rage and despair. “It’s over, isn’t it?” she spat, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “You think you can just live happily ever after, Emily? You think you deserve it?” Emily glanced at Sophia, her joy replaced by steely resolve. But Sophia continued, her voice rising with bitterness. “Emily Carter! Or should I call you Mrs. Norman now? You’ve stolen everything that should have been mine! Do you know what it’s like to lose everything, to have to scavenge like a rat just to survive?” Emily held Vincent’s hand tightly, feeling his silent support. But Sophia wasn’t done yet. Her face darkened, her voice dripping with venom. “And you, Emily, you think your past is all forgiven just because you’ve found a rich husband? Do you remember three years ago, the fire? Do you remember the pain, the fear?” The room had fallen utterly silent, every guest captivated by Sophia’s unhinged tirade. Emily’s heart thudded as she felt an ominous chill creep over her. The fire… the miscarriage…Sophia’s mouth curled into a twisted smile as she saw Emily’s confusion. “That’s right, Emily. Your precious baby’s death wasn’t an accident. That fire was all part of the plan.” The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Vincent’s arm around her tightened protectively, fury igniting in his gaze. He took a step toward Sophia, his voice low and dangerous. “What are you saying, Sophia?” Sophia laughed, a broken sound filled with years of hatred. “Oh, I’m saying exactly what you think I am. That fire? It was no accident. Logan Morgan wanted Emily out of the way—dead if possible. And that’s not all. Logan, Grace, and I were all part of it. But the one who made sure Emily would lose her child, the one who knocked her down in the flames, was my mom. What if you become Mrs. Norman? We kill your baby, hahahah!” A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd. Meggie covered her mouth in horror as gasps and whispers broke out among the guests. Emily’s face was white as she turned to Vincent, her expression one of devastating pain. “I know it wasn’t… an accident,” she whispered, the truth settling in. At that moment, Grace, who had been lurking near the back of the hall, sprang forward, her face twisted in anger. “You’re a fool, Sophia! A complete, raving lunatic!” she shouted, reaching for her daughter as if she could silence her once and for all. “You don’t know when to keep your mouth shut!” But before Grace could touch her, Vincent’s security team stepped in, blocking her path. Emily’s pain transformed into fury, and she stepped forward, her eyes blazing with a long-repressed anger. Without a word, she swung her hand and struck Grace hard across the face. Grace stumbled back, clutching her cheek in shock, but Emily didn’t flinch. Her voice was icy, each word dripping with controlled rage. “For every single thing you did—for every scheme, every manipulation, every lie, and especially for my child—you will pay.” Just then, the police officers arrived, their expressions grave. “We’re here to apprehend Grace and Sophia for their roles in a recent jailbreak and additional charges,” one officer announced. “Grace and Sophia, you’re under arrest.” Grace’s defiance crumbled, her eyes darting in fear as she realized the weight of her crimes was finally catching up to her. Sophia struggled in the officers’ grasp, shouting bitterly, “You think you’ve won, Emily? You’ll pay for this! You’ll pay!” But Emily didn’t even glance her way as the officers led them both out in handcuffs. Her heart pounded with a mix of grief and rage, her hand shaking as she reached for Vincent. He held her tightly, whispering soothing words, but Emily’s mind was elsewhere. “I want justice for our child, Vincent,” she said quietly, her voice trembling with the pain that she had carried for so long. Vincent nodded, his expression fierce. “And you’ll have it, Emily. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” …… A month later, the courtroom was packed. The atmosphere was tense, every face somber as the charges against Grace, Sophia, and Logan Morgan were read aloud. The list was long, and as each accusation echoed through the courtroom, the weight of their crimes seemed to press down on everyone present. Logan sat impassively, his cold eyes fixed on a distant point, unmoved by the litany of horrors he had orchestrated. Grace, however, appeared broken, her face pale and drawn, and Sophia seemed lost, her eyes darting about as though searching for an escape that didn’t exist. Emily and Vincent sat side by side, their hands entwined. Emily held her head high, her gaze unwavering as she listened to the details of her mother’s death, her child’s loss, and the calculated cruelty that had plagued her life. Each word was like a knife, reopening old wounds, but she refused to look away. When the judge finally pronounced the sentences, the entire courtroom seemed to exhale. Grace and Logan received life sentences without the possibility of parole, while Sophia, visibly shaken, was sentenced to twenty years. Emily felt a grim satisfaction settle over her. The wheels of justice had turned, and the people who had stolen so much from her were finally paying the price. …… After the trial, Emily and Vincent made their way to the cemetery. They walked hand in hand along the quiet path, the silence between them filled with unspoken words. Finally, they reached a small, secluded grave adorned with a single white rose—the grave of their child. Emily knelt down, brushing her fingers over the engraved name, her heart aching with a bittersweet mix of grief and peace. Vincent joined her, his hand resting on her shoulder as he looked down at the grave, his face etched with sorrow. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Emily. For everything you’ve lost, for everything you’ve endured.” Emily looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, but her gaze was steady. “We’ve both lost, Vincent. I’ve been drowning in sorrow, thinking that by escaping from you, I could escape from the painful past. I realize now I ignored you, and I’m truly sorry.” She took his hand, squeezing it tightly as if drawing strength from his presence. “Our child will always be a part of us, but we have a future waiting for us, too. And I want to live it with you.” Vincent knelt beside her, wrapping his arms around her as they both gazed at the grave in silent reverence. They stayed that way, holding each other, honoring their lost child and the journey that had brought them here. After some time, Vincent rose, extending a hand to help Emily to her feet. “Let’s go home,” he murmured, a gentle smile breaking through his solemn expression. Emily took his hand, her lips curving in a soft smile of her own. “Yes. Let’s go home.” As they walked away, a sense of peace washed over them. The pain of the past would never truly fade, but together, they could face anything. And with Vincent by her side, Emily felt a glimmer of hope for the future—a future they would build, filled with love, resilience, and the promise of healing.