Old Dreams No Return (Serena) novel Chapter 132

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Leland, I intended to destroy you. This was the price for your betrayal, for the humiliation you inflicted.

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With that vow burning in my chest, I navigated the discharge process, my limbs heavy with exhaustion. Then, I began gathering every scrap of evidence against Leland.

Back at the villa, I meticulously copied footage from the home cameras, the forged cancer certificates, and the divorce agreements. I hired seasoned professionals to craft the online exposé.

Simultaneously, I compiled Caitlyn’s messages, documented every instance of Leland’s machinations against me, secured the design drafts for Fire Youth, and filed away the report of today’s miscarriage. Everything was ready.

Denise had also secured the company video capturing Caitlyn’s arrogantly provocative words toward me, photos documenting my forced drinks at the Nightclub, Leland’s transfer records diverting funds to his mistress, and Caitlyn’s suspicious asset transaction list. The puzzle pieces were complete.

1 waited until after my parents’ death anniversary tomorrow, and then the company’s annual meeting the day after.

That would be the perfect moment. I would reveal all the evidence, ensuring Caitlyn and Leland were publicly shamed. Afterward, I would leave.

Contemplating my plan, a profound sense of relief washed over me.

Just then, an international delivery arrived-a crisp envelope containing my new identity: Anya Perez.

Gazing at the name, I gathered all my original documents and headed to the U.S. Department of State. My intention was resolute: to cancel my residency.

I no longer belonged here. To my parents, forgive me. This place held only sorrow. With my new identity, I would finally escape.

After settling these affairs, I purchased tickets to six different countries-just in case. Leaving was not a whim, but my serious intention.

As for the three hospitals bearing my name, I made another decision today: donate one to the state, and sell the other two.

Watching the funds transfer, I acknowledged with grim irony that this was my sole gesture of gratitude toward Leland.

I snapped a photo of the donation certificate, preserving the moment.

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