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Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Also by Daphne Elliot
About the Author
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PrologueChloe
1 Week Earlier
Today is the day.
Today, I’ll own the man who broke my heart.
Who destroyed my sense of self and shattered my innocence.
Now, after decades of hard work, I’m going to take away the one thing that matters most to him. And I’ll enjoy every single second of my revenge.
I walked into that conference room like I owned it. Late, of course. I insisted my lawyers be on time, but I showed up when I fucking felt like it.
My hair was freshly blown out, my makeup pristine, and my heels sharp enough to gouge out a man’s eye.
When I walked into the room, eyebrows raised. The reaction was nothing new. It isn’t often a five-foot-two redhead comes in with the kind of capital I had access to. Especially in the male-dominated timber business. I kept my head held high. Let them underestimate me. That shit was the fuel that fired me up.
I had traveled the world, making deals and working to become a power player in this business. And today, I was doing the thing I’d been dreaming about for so long.
Showing the men who’d wronged me just what I was capable of.
Like my dad and my grandfather, who’d told me time and time again that the family business was no place for a girl. The joke was on them. I now owned the largest timber company in Maine, and that made me their primary competitor.
And my ex-husband? The one who tossed me aside for the chance to grow his family business and impress his dad? I was now the proud owner of four generations of his family’s legacy. The figurehead of the company he’d lost.
The company he’d chosen over me.
The best part? He worked for me now. I’d make him watch as I stripped the Hebert name off every single building, truck, and goddamn Post-it note on this earth.
I waited outside the conference room for the perfect moment to make my entrance. I’d already texted a paralegal inside so I’d know where he was sitting. That way, I could make sure to enjoy the look of total panic on his face when I walked through the door.
What would he do when he found out that I’d purchased his family’s business? That his ass was mine?
