As the first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, I resolved to face the day with a renewed sense of purpose. I wasn't going to let Sydney and her family destroy everything I had built. I had worked too hard to be brought down by their manipulations. It was time to fight back, but I needed a plan.
I got dressed in a crisp, tailored suit—a symbol of my determination. The familiar feel of the fabric against my skin was a reminder of the power I held, the authority I had earned. I avoided the kitchen, knowing Sydney would be there, waiting to play her part in this twisted game. Instead, I grabbed my keys and headed straight to my car.
