Freya had forced through the demolition, and his men had beaten my grandfather until he suffered a heart attack. Ranger, the guide dog who'd been by his side for years, was killed on the spot—his death brutal and senseless. And my husband, Charles, a lawyer by trade, had used his expertise to scrub the scene clean of evidence. He'd bribed witnesses, drugged me with medication that clouded my mind, even forged psychiatric reports to keep me locked away at home.
Bang.
Duncan slammed his palm against the desk, rising to his feet in fury.
"The audacity. Is there no law left in this country?" His voice shook with barely contained rage. "Someone dares commit such atrocities and thinks they won't pay the price? A developer—insulting a first-class national hero? This is beyond lawless."
His expression was grave, but his tone left no room for doubt.
"This matter will be addressed. I will give Captain Gilbert—and you—the justice you deserve."
I steadied myself, pushing down the emotions threatening to spill over.
"There's one more thing I need to ask."
"I want a divorce. And everything that belongs to me—they won't take a single cent."
"Done."
Duncan didn't hesitate.
In that moment, all the grief and injustice I'd carried finally began to lift. In its place came something I'd almost stopped believing in.
Justice. Late, but real.
Money could never buy that.
When I stepped outside, Charles was still waiting.
The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up.
"You're out. I was worried you might be—"
He noticed my expression and faltered. His hands trembled as he thrust a document toward me.
"What is this? Why does it say I'm the donor?"
His face went white.
"That's not real."
"It's just someone you helped before. Someone with the same name as me. Right?"
"You've known all along, haven't you?"
My gaze was steady.
"Why keep lying to yourself?"
He stood silent for a long moment. Then his lips twisted into something that tried to be a smile but failed.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" His voice cracked. "The person who saved me—it was you."
He reached for my arm, desperation flickering back to life in his eyes. "I'll go to the hospital with you right now. We can see your grandfather together—"
"My grandfather is gone."
The words fell like stones.
"And we're getting divorced."
He froze. Completely still.
I didn't look back. I walked straight to the hospital.
My grandfather was still there.
I was bringing him home.