The two men beside Grant calmly opened their jackets.

Police badges flashed beneath the cathedral lights.

“Vivian Carter,” one detective announced firmly, “you are under arrest for the murder of Ethan Carter.”

The sound of handcuffs clicking echoed through the church.

And somehow, it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

Vivian screamed while officers dragged her to her feet. Madison stood frozen beside the altar, trembling violently.

The grief that had suffocated me for four days suddenly burned away beneath the realization that Ethan had protected me even after death.

He had kept his promise.

I walked slowly toward Madison.

She looked terrified now.

Not superior.

Not smug.

Terrified.

I extended my injured hand.

“My ring,” I said calmly.

Madison burst into tears and dropped the diamond into my palm with shaking fingers.