Whether your family goes bankrupt or not, what does that have to do with me? No, Savannah. It was that Briana who seduced me. I lost my head for a moment.

In my heart, it was always you. Please come back home. I'll throw her out immediately. I'll do whatever you say.

All our assets will be yours. Come back home. I laughed and looked at his worn out suit. Then at the luxurious ballroom.

To what home? The one the bank is about to seize or that dirty nest where you rolled around with your mistress? Mr. Prescott, look at yourself and then look at me. Do you really think I still care about you or your ruined family?

He couldn't answer. Humiliation and despair were reflected on his face. As for your family's assets, Please use them to pay off your debts. I finished speaking and tried to walk past him.

Savannah, must you be so cruel? You'll kill my entire family. I stopped but didn't turn around. Cruel.

Mr. Prescott, aren't you the one to blame for all of this? At that moment, Marcus appeared and bowed to me. Miss Savannah, the president is looking for you. He wants to introduce you to a few people.

I nodded and accompanied by Marcus returned to the ballroom. Behind me, I heard Russell berating his son and Caleb muttering in a daze. She was Arthur Vance's daughter. We're finished.

If Caleb's pleas had worked, the rain that night would not have been so cold. Caleb returned home like a ghost. Savannah's cold gaze and arrogant posture at the party wouldn't leave his mind. Briana greeted him cheerfully, but Caleb violently pushed her away.

Get out. Because of you. Because of you, I threw Savannah out and offended Mr. Vance. And now my family is in this situation.

You and your bad luck. Briana didn't back down. What now? You're blaming me because you're useless and can't support your family.

You're the one who said Savannah was a boring and pathetic woman and that you didn't love her. Caleb's mother joined the argument and the three of them began to fight and blame each other in the living room. Then the doorbell rang. Men in stern uniform stood at the door.

We are court bailiffs. In connection with the multiple debts to payday loan companies in your name, Briana. We have a court order to seize your assets. Briana was terrified.

Their eyes fell on the luxury bags and jewelry Caleb had recently bought her. Their gifts. You have no right, she screamed. But the bailiffs were adamant.

If you obstruct us, we will call the police. Finally, through Briana's sobs, they inventoried and took all the luxury items to cover her debts. To make matters worse, her cell phone began to blow up with calls and messages from the loan companies. Caleb couldn't give her any more money.

The money you borrowed is your problem. Get out of here. Briana lunged at Caleb, scratching and hitting him. The living room turned into a battlefield.

Russell, seeing this scene, clutched his chest and collapsed. Briana, seeing the situation, finally understood. The Prescott family was ruined. She grabbed her small handbag and ran out of that house without looking back.

She lost a heel but didn't even stop to pick it up. And I at the villa received a short message from Marcus. Miss Savannah, the seizure of assets by the bailiffs is complete. Briana has left the Prescott house.

I looked at the night outside the window and thought how well they were fighting. But this is just the beginning. Russell was hospitalized with a severe heart attack brought on by stress. Caleb's mother, burdened with caring for her husband and the debts, aged before my eyes.

The Prescott family's relatives, instead of helping, began to pressure them to get their money back. The image of everyone gathering in the house, accusing and arguing with each other, was a perfect portrait of a broken family. A few days later, the prosecutor's office and the police stormed the Prescott House. They conducted a search in the case of tax evasion and bribery and found off the books accounting documents and evidence of bribes.

All this thanks to the compromising material that my father's people had dug up in just a few days and anonymously passed on to the authorities. Russell, learning of this in the hospital, suffered another heart attack and fell into a coma. Caleb was arrested and handcuffed on the spot. Local news detailed the case.

A large local developer collapsed due to tax evasion and bribery. The president in the hospital, his son arrested. Through the news, Caleb's double life, the assault I had suffered, and my true identity were revealed, which sparked widespread public outrage. The Prescott family was socially destroyed.

Briana, hiding in a small rented apartment, hounded by debts, finally got a job in a bar. Her former beauty withered, hidden under a thick layer of makeup, as she survived from day to day. Time passed, and the court delivered its verdict. By then, my lawyers had already finalized the divorce proceedings, leaving Caleb not a single cent.

The Prescott company was declared bankrupt, and Caleb was sentenced to 7 years in prison for bribery, assault, and other crimes. Russell never regained consciousness and died alone in the hospital. All of the Prescott family's assets were auctioned off, and I bought their house for a ridiculous price, not to live in it, but to have under my feet the place from which I was thrown out. I founded the Savannah Foundation, an organization to help women affected by domestic violence and in difficult life situations.

As the president of the foundation, I started a new life. My experience became a source of hope for other women, and my pain made me stronger. Years later, I learned that Caleb had been released from prison. He had lost everything and was making a living as a construction worker, caring for his old and sick mother.

About Briana, there were only rumors that she was still running from her debts. Lost in the darkest corners of the city. One bright winter day, looking at the Chicago skyline from the large window of the foundation's office, I received a call from my father. Savannah, what do you want for dinner tonight?

Dad will cook something delicious. Anything you cook, Dad, will be delicious. The resentment of the past had melted away like snow. They had paid for their sins, and I had found my life.

True revenge was not about destroying them, but about me, the one they tried to destroy, living a much happier and more meaningful life than they ever could. If a harsh winter has come into your life, do not lose hope because spring always follows.