“Ten years. Ninety-seven million dollars. And the wife wasn't me. I discovered Knox Miller's photograph on a Tuesday-him, his pregnant wife, and a future I was never meant to share. I could have walked away. Instead, I spent nine years becoming the architect of his rise, waiting for the perfect moment to engineer his fall. He never knew I was building a fortress behind his back. He never knew his wife Deana had become my secret ally. He never knew I was teaching his son to code through an anonymous online persona. He thought he was the smartest man in every room. He was wrong. When the moment finally came, I didn't just leave him. I burned his entire world to the ground-starting with the brownstone I bought us, and ending with a press conference where both his families stood on stage to destroy him. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I waited nine years to serve mine. And it was delicious.”