“If you destroy me, you destroy our son’s inheritance.”

“Noah’s future has already been protected from you.”

His fist slammed onto the table, startling the baby awake.

A nearby nurse immediately called security.

As officers escorted them toward the exit, Bianca glared at me.

“We’re getting married tonight. Nobody will believe your pathetic story.”

I gently kissed Noah’s forehead.

“Go ahead,” I replied. “Invite the board, every investor, and every reporter you can find.”

They mistook my confidence for defeat.

By evening, the ballroom was packed.

Ethan had rushed the ceremony forward, convinced marriage would somehow shield Bianca through spousal privilege.

It wouldn’t.

While Bianca proudly uploaded photos captioned, “Finally victorious,” Maya secured emergency court orders freezing the shell-company accounts and preserving every company device.

I signed the board resolution stripping Ethan of executive authority.

Dr. Reyes discharged me later that afternoon. My mother safely brought Noah home under private security while I changed into formal clothes.

Then I headed to the ballroom alone.

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