Chapter 17 - RYAN’S RELEASE
Three years after the night I packed my three suitcases, Ryan Bennett was released from federal prison.
He walked out of the prison gates holding a small canvas duffel bag containing his belongings. He was forty-two years old, his hair streaked with grey, his face lined with the harsh realities of the past three years.
His mother, Margaret, picked him up in a modest sedan.
As they drove through the city, Ryan looked out the window at the towering skyscrapers. Bennett Development Corporation had been successfully rebranded under new leadership and was flourishing without him.
"Where are we going?" Ryan asked quietly, his voice raspy.
"To my small apartment in Stamford," Margaret said sadly. "I had to sell the Greenwich estate to help settle your remaining civil debts, Ryan."
Ryan closed his eyes, leaning his head against the glass. "And Claire?"
Margaret paused before answering. "Claire is doing very well. Her foundation is nationally recognized. She controls the kids' trusts... and she’s happy, Ryan. The children are thriving."
Ryan pulled out a crumpled photograph from his pocket—a photo from a local newspaper showing me, Ethan, Sophie, Hope, and Caleb Thorne at the opening of a children’s hospital wing.
Ethan was smiling brightly, holding Caleb’s hand. Sophie was sitting on Caleb’s shoulders.
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Ryan stared at the image of the family he had thrown away in exchange for a mistress who abandoned him the moment his money disappeared.
Tears welled in his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly. He finally realized the truth: he hadn't lost his family because Claire was clever. He had lost them because he had been blind to the real value of what he had possessed.
