Chapter 12
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This news was the sweetest gift I'd ever received.
He lay trapped in his hospital bed, able to move only his head and hands.
And I, at last, tasted freedom.
Howard Hayes assembled an elite legal team that used the barbaric "Permanent Personal Attachment Agreement" against Frederick, helping me regain custody of my twins and filing criminal charges for unlawful imprisonment and assault.
The Fisher empire crumbled completely.
Victor Fisher received a life sentence.
Fisher Group was seized, liquidated, and sold off piece by piece.
With Howard's backing, I established my own investment firm. Our first acquisition? The prime assets of Fisher Group—at fire-sale prices.
I reclaimed my father's ashes.
Rather than burying him, I had a small pendant made to hold his ashes, which I wear against my heart day and night.
Watch, Father. Watch how I avenge you.
I visited Frederick's hospital room.
He lay there, wasted away, nothing but hollow despair in his eyes.
Seeing me, he thrashed against his restraints, making guttural, animal-like sounds.
"Sophie… you fucking bitch!"
I pulled up a chair beside his bed and smiled pleasantly.
"How does it feel, Frederick? Falling from heaven straight into hell?"
"This is only the beginning."
I told him how I'd acquired his company, reclaimed my family home, and tracked down every hidden offshore account—donating them all to charity.
I told him about Lily in the psychiatric ward, trapped in delusions of being Mrs. Fisher, only to be shocked back to reality daily with cold water treatments.
I told him my twins—his biological children—would soon be calling Howard "Daddy."
With each revelation, his face grew paler, his breathing more labored.
Finally, I leaned close to his ear, my voice honey-sweet as I delivered my cruelest blow.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die."
"I'll keep you alive—squirming like a maggot in this bed—watching as I take everything you once had and ensure the Fisher name dies forever."
His eyes bulged in horror. He gasped for breath, coughed up blood, and collapsed unconscious.
Monitors shrieked with alarms.
I stood over him, feeling absolutely nothing.
Your punishment has only just begun, Frederick.
