The past is like smoke, dispersing before my eyes.

Before boarding the plane, I sat in a Starbucks at Logan Airport.

I began my final preparations.

I was never the type of person to accept bullying willingly.

All these years, as a "Trophy Wife," I didn't waste my time.

I had been secretly collecting evidence.

Collecting all the dirt on Dante and Olivia.

I organized the true financial statements of the "Olivia Ricci Foundation."

It clearly showed that she embezzled massive amounts of research funds for personal consumption—Hermès bags, Cartier jewelry, a vacation mansion in the Hamptons.

More importantly, these accounts were linked to the Family’s money laundering network.

I also gathered the complete logs of her stealing data from my private cloud server.

Including login IPs, download times, file lists.

This evidence was enough to prove her academic fraud and corporate espionage.

More importantly, I had a piece of lethal evidence—

Evidence that Dante bought off the hospital, leading to my mother’s death.

That day at Beth Israel Deaconess, although I was grief-stricken, I kept a shred of rationality.

I secretly recorded the conversation between the doctor and the nurse with my phone.

They mentioned that the dialysis equipment failure was artificial.

Someone gave them a stack of cash to have a "little accident" at a critical moment.

I had saved these recordings carefully.

Now, it was time for this evidence to do its work.

First, I sent the evidence of Olivia’s academic fraud to the NIH and the American Medical Association.

Then, I sent the proof of her embezzlement and money laundering to the IRS, The Boston Globe, The Washington Post, and other mainstream media.

Finally, I sent the evidence of Dante’s suspected homicide and organized crime to the Massachusetts State Police and the FBI Organized Crime Task Force, copying multiple media outlets.

Only after confirming all emails were sent successfully did I let out a sigh of relief.

Online, the malicious comments about me were still overwhelming.

Clicking on any Twitter hashtag, I could see my photos Photoshopped into ugly images for mockery.

And on Olivia’s Instagram page, that touching statement still hung there.

Posted on the day I was forced to clarify the marriage certificate.

"Olivia Ricci: Keep the heart pure, truth will triumph. Let them throw stones. I sleep soundly every night because I know I helped save lives. Thanks for all the love and support. Let's spread healing together. 💙 #TruthWins #HealingHands"

The comments below were full of emotion and support.

"Olivia is truly too kind, keeping her original intention even when meeting such a vicious woman."

"This is true class! Those who only use dirty tricks to slander others will never learn!"

"Dr. Ricci is my role model, I want to learn from her and do good deeds!"

"Support Dr. Ricci! Justice always wins!"

I curled my lips, letting out a mocking chuckle.

Soon, you will all know what "Federal Justice" means.