Chapter 7 - The Final SettlementThe formal annulment hearing took place two weeks later in a sunlit chambers room at the Fulton County Superior Court.

Brandon didn't contest the annulment. He couldn't. With Chloe’s sworn affidavit, the forensic bank trails, and the undeniable evidence of fraud, his defense attorney had wisely advised him to sign the paperwork without making a peep.
As I walked down the courthouse steps into the bright Atlanta afternoon, flanked by Marcus Vance carrying a briefcase stuffed with finalized legal decrees, a phalanx of local reporters caught sight of us.
Flashbulbs popped. Microphones were thrust forward.
“Mrs. Vance—is it true you recovered the full sum of the embezzled funds?” a reporter shouted.
I stopped on the top stone landing, wearing my tailored charcoal suit and dark sunglasses, looking every bit the self-made CEO I was.
“My name is Savannah,” I corrected calmly into the microphones. “And yes, all commercial and personal assets have been fully restored, the marriage has been legally declared null and void due to fraudulent inducement, and my business operations are stronger than ever.”
“What do you have to say to your ex-husband?” another journalist asked.
I offered a crisp, professional smile.
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“Know your worth. And never marry a man who expects you to cook his dinner while his mother insults your dignity.”
I turned, stepped into waiting black car, and watched the courthouse steps recede into the distance.
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