Chapter 34 - The Final Ledger
While music and laughter echoed across the Moretti terrace, fifty miles away in Worcester, the fluorescent lights of the cramped apartment flickered and buzzed. Derek Montgomery sat at his kitchen table, staring blankly at a cold cup of coffee and a stack of overdue utility bills.
His phone sat on the laminate counter, silent and dark. There were no invitations to galas, no corporate board seats, no admiring press releases, and no loyal family members rushing to his rescue. He was entirely, permanently alone.
He pulled a small, worn photograph out from his wallet—a picture taken years ago before the corporate scandals, before the affairs, before the federal indictments. It showed Khloe smiling gently in the sunlit garden of their old suburban home, before the stress and abuse had carved shadows beneath her eyes. He had held all the cards back then, convinced he was the master of his own destiny. Instead, he had played a rigged game against a house built on bedrock, and he had lost everything.
His parole officer’s warning echoed in his mind: “Stay out of Boston, Montgomery. If you violate the restraining order by so much as looking toward Moretti property, federal marshals will revoke your probation instantly.”
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He placed the photograph back into the wallet, snapping it shut with a heavy, final click. He knew he could never return to Boston. He knew he could never reclaim what he had so recklessly destroyed. The empire he thought he was building had turned out to be a cage of his own design, while the woman he had treated like an expendable asset was now the queen of an unbreakable dynasty.
Derek buried his face in his hands, letting out a dry, silent sob as the reality of his irreversible ruin washed over him. The ledger of his life was permanently closed in the red.
