“You’re a monster.”
“No,” he said. “I’m practical.”
Her hands clenched.
“And the other four…?”
He met her eyes.
And said nothing.
That was enough.
Victoria closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them again—
There was no grief left.
Only resolve.
“Then tonight… it ends.”
Adrian smirked.
“You think you can stop me?”
At that exact moment—
The lights went out.
Sirens.
Footsteps.
Shouting.
“Police! Don’t move!”
Adrian’s expression shifted.
“What did you do…?”
Victoria looked at him calmly.
“I told you. This was just the beginning.”
She held up a small device.
“Three years,” she said. “Watching. Waiting. Recording.”
On the screen—
Evidence played.
The river.
The orders.
His voice.
His command.
For the first time…
Adrian looked afraid.
“You can’t—”
“I already did.”
Police flooded the room.
“Adrian Wolfe, you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, and conspiracy.”
Vanessa appeared behind them, panicking.
“Do something!”
But he couldn’t.
The power was gone.
Only handcuffs remained.
And Victoria’s gaze.
“This is for my children.”
Months later…
Sunlight filled a quiet garden.
A little boy ran freely, laughter echoing.
“Mom!”
Victoria sat on a bench, watching him.
Her face had softened.
Still marked by loss…