Chapter 9 - REDEMPTION IN ASHES
The divorce from Genevieve was swift and absolute. Because I cooperated fully with the federal authorities, trading every dirty secret I had learned during our marriage, I avoided prison. But I lost everything else. The mansions, the cars, the status—all of it dissolved.
I moved into a small, one-bedroom apartment in Queens. It was cramped, smelled faintly of old coffee, and was the most liberating space I had ever inhabited. I got a job teaching entry-level mathematics at a community college. Stripped of the gold and the poison, I was forced to look in the mirror and finally meet the man staring back. I wasn't a billionaire. I was just Alistair.
