Suing My Ex, the Don Chapter 06
The next second, the sky tilted. Amid the loud gasps of the press corps, my body completely gave out, and I fell into total darkness.
By the time I woke up in the hospital, New York’s power dynamic had completely shifted. The once – untouchable De Luca empire had entirely disintegrated. The six-hundred-million-dollar punitive restitution order had completely liquidated their entire cash reserve. The stock price plummeted into an absolute abyss, leaving their board members screaming in financial ruin. The De Luca brand had turned into a toxic pariah overnight.
The exact day I was discharged from the medical wing, I personally executed the criminal warrants/ for Alexander and Meghan. They mistakenly assumed that deleting the local server logs would protect them, forgetting that to an elite federal cyber investigator, digital footprints can always be recovered. The origin IP address pointed straight to Meghan’s terminal.
When the FBI team marched into the firm and locked the cuffs around Meghan’s wrists, her legs completely buckled.
My face-to-face with Meghan took place behind the plexiglass of the federal detention facility. She was sobbing uncontrollably, trying to reach through the barrier. “Grace, please drop the charges… I was backed into a corner! My father was literally dying on a gurney! I never wanted to destroy you. Alexander swore that if you were forced to drop the prosecution, you wouldn’t face any real damage! I did it to save your career…”
I stared down at the associate I had personally built from the ground up. “Meghan, you spent years studying the law. You should know it doesn’t calculate emotion; it only calculates consequence. This prison cell is simply your consequence.”
Stepping out of the precinct, the crisp autumn sun hit my face. For the first time in three long years, a sense of absolute clarity and peace washed over me.
My phone buzzed with an incredibly long email from the firm’s Name Partner. He offered a profound, groveling apology for their premature judgment and officially invited me back to take over as the named Partner of the entire practice.
A soft smile touched my lips, and with a swift swipe, I clicked decline. It wasn’t fueled by anger; it was simply that the iron cord that had kept my body tense for three years had finally snapped. The undefeated Attorney Reed had earned her rest. Let her hundred-percent record pass into the folklore of the New York bar.
I picked up a bouquet of fresh sunflowers and daisies and took a quiet drive out to the suburban cemetery. For three years, I lacked the courage to stand here, terrified my chaotic, broken life would disturb their peace.
i took out a damp cloth, gently wiping away the accumulated dust from my mother’s portrait. “Mom, the De Luca house has fallen. Every single person who took your life away is answering for
it.”
Then I turned to the tiny, unmarked headstone directly beside her. “My sweet baby, Mommy brought your favorite flowers today. Sleep well with Grandma, okay?”
I gently rested the sunflowers against the stone, sitting in the absolute stillness of the afternoon before heading back to my car.
Because I didn’t look back, I didn’t notice Alexander standing like a ghost behind a massive pine tree a few yards away. He watched my car drive away, his eyes blankly moving to the tiny unmarked stone, a sudden, violent pain ripping through his chest.
He cornered the elderly groundskeeper, his voice completely raw. “That… that tiny grave. Who is
buried there?”
The old man rolled his eyes, annoyed, as he flipped through his weathered paper ledger. “You folks come to a cemetery and don’t even know who you’re visiting? Here it is -Grace Reed paid for this plot three years ago. It’s her stillborn son. According to the dates, if the boy had lived, he’d be running around at three years old today. Who are you to the child anyway?”
Alexander looked as if a bolt of lightning had split his skull, his entire body violently shaking as he nearly collapsed onto the grass.
