Chapter 10 - The Christmas Miracle
The chaotic, beautiful energy of that afternoon completely changed our lives forever.
Dominic’s guards escorted us out of Bergman’s, loading the massive mountain of luxury bags into the trunk of an armored black SUV, safely driving us back to our apartment.
Hundreds of miles away in Chicago, Marcus Vance’s perfect, stolen life violently imploded. His luxury boat mysteriously caught fire. His company fired him for embezzlement, ensuring he would never work in logistics again. His new wife, completely disgusted by the revelation of his abandoned child, immediately filed for divorce, locking him out of the townhouse. Marcus was left completely bankrupt, homeless, and entirely ruined.
I never received a single phone call from him, and I never cared to.
I took over Novak’s Bakery, running the business with fierce dedication. I moved Rosie and myself out of the freezing apartment and into a beautiful, warm townhouse in a safe neighborhood.
On Christmas morning, Rosie came running down the stairs. She wasn't wearing an old, frayed coat. She was wearing a beautiful new dress and the glittering red shoes she had stared at through the glass.
I sat near the Christmas tree, holding a cup of coffee, feeling a profound, heavy peace.
A knock came at the door. I opened it to find a massive, beautiful bouquet of white roses resting on the porch, accompanied by a small, unmarked black envelope.
Inside was a single card: Merry Christmas. — D.
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I smiled, realizing that true miracles didn't always come wrapped in a bow. Sometimes, they arrived in a tailored black suit, ready to burn the world to the ground just to make a little girl smile.
If you were in my shoes, would you have asked Dominic to show mercy to your ex-husband, or was absolute destruction the perfect revenge?
