Two years after the Beverly incident, there was genuine peace.
Our lives had completely transformed as Marvin Ventures thrived, with a $1.2 billion portfolio. A legitimate empire we had built properly.
Tony was a genuinely changed man now. He was home every single night. A present father, devoted husband, and no longer obsessed with power.
Rose was now in second grade at 4, her artistic soul, painting constantly. Hector was 10 and in middle school now, deemed a science prodigy, while Thomas, now 3 and in preschool, had his wild, boundless energy.
Our marriage had never been stronger. We had survived everything imaginable, and we were battle-tested, which proved our unbreakable bond.
"We finally did it. We're now happy and have a normal life," I told Tony one morning.
"If something doesn't ruin it," he joked, but we were both relaxed, finally feeling safe.
The new house in New York was our private family sanctuary, one we built together.
