Perfect. Just perfect.
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_Zarelle's POV_
I walked away from the balcony feeling lighter than I had in months. Maybe even years.
The sound of chaos from the patio below was music to my ears—people shouting, money rustling, the general mayhem that came with thirty-one million dollars suddenly raining from the sky. But I didn't need to watch Calden's reaction anymore. I didn't need to see his face or wait for his response.
For the first time since our divorce, I genuinely didn't care what he thought about what I'd done.
I'm free.
The thought hit me like a warm wave as I made my way through the ballroom. I'd finally let go of the past, finally stopped caring about hurting him the way he'd hurt me. The money I'd just thrown away wasn't about reven
