Three months passed since that terrible afternoon in the grand foyer.
The mansion was now filled with warm flowers and bright yellow light.
Clara sat on the outdoor patio overlooking the calm blue lake.
She wore a white silk dress that showed her growing baby bump clearly.
Mark walked out onto the sunlit porch holding two glasses of fresh lemonade.
Mark: How is my beautiful wife feeling this afternoon?
Clara: We are feeling wonderful, Mark.
Clara accepted the cold glass and took a small, refreshing sip.
She looked around the quiet gardens and felt at peace in her home.
Victoria had lost her trust fund allowance after the viral video ruined her reputation.
Mark had established a new charitable foundation in Clara's honor to help workers in need.
Mark: The nursery on the second floor is fully painted now.
Mark: The painters finished adding the golden stars to the ceiling this morning.
Clara: I want to go upstairs and see it right away!
Mark took her hand gently and helped her stand up from her chair.
They walked together through the bright glass hallways of their peaceful home.
There were no cold orders or cruelty remaining anywhere in these wide rooms.
Every worker they passed smiled warmly and greeted Clara with deep respect.
Clara: Thank you for bringing justice back into our lives, Mark.
Mark: You brought love into my life, Clara, and that is worth everything.
They stood together in the sunny nursery and looked toward their bright future.