# THE VANCE EMPIRE: A WIFE'S REVENGE

The grand opening of The Sovereign was the event of the decade. The mayor was there, along with international celebrities and business moguls.

I descended the grand staircase in a sweeping emerald gown, with Julian looking devastatingly handsome in his classic black tuxedo by my side. The cameras flashed, but I wasn't intimidated anymore. I was exactly where I belonged.

During the dinner service, I walked the floor, ensuring everything was perfect. My staff was treated with the utmost respect, and the atmosphere was electric.

As I passed the glass doors leading to the valet station, I caught Preston’s eye through the window. He was standing in the cold, shivering slightly, watching the warmth and luxury inside. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly averted his gaze and stared at the pavement, his spirit completely and utterly broken.

I didn't feel pity. I felt closure.

I walked back into the main dining room, where Julian was waiting for me at the head table. He stood up as I approached, offering his hand.

"To my beautiful wife," Julian announced, raising his glass of champagne. The entire room quieted, turning their attention to the most powerful man in Chicago. "Who has shown this city that true class is not about the money in your bank account, but the strength in your character. To Anna."

"To Anna!" the crowd echoed, raising their glasses.