Chapter 345

"Luna, guess where this came from?" Luna White waved a piece of paper, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Maya White took it and nearly jumped in shock. "This... this is the Shaw family's land deed!"

"Exactly." Luna smirked. "That bastard Kevin Shaw nearly killed us. Shawn Johnson helped us get this as compensation."

Maya's fingers trembled. The memory flashed before her—the speeding car crashing into the wall, Kevin's twisted face, and the dark barrel of his gun.

"We... we can't take this." Maya hastily shoved the deed back into her sister's hands. "If that lunatic finds out—"

"Don't worry, Maya." Luna's lips curled into a cold smile. "Kevin Shaw is dead."

"Dead?" Maya's head snapped up, her voice cracking.

"Mm. Dead." Luna shrugged casually. "Heard it was a gruesome end."

Maya suddenly covered her mouth, tears spilling over. Not from grief, but from overwhelming relief. That monster could never hurt her family again.

"Am I... am I horrible for feeling this way?" Maya choked out, even as her lips twitched upward.

"Maya, we should celebrate." Luna squeezed her sister's shaking hands. "That bastard almost destroyed our family. Now he's gone. We can finally sleep at night."

Maya thought of Ryan Wallace checking the doors and windows every night, the butcher knife always in his bag. She remembered the fear in her chest every time she walked the kids to school, how Luna had nearly died—

"Yes, we should celebrate!" Maya burst into laughter, the sound almost hysterical. "That bastard got what he deserved!"

The sisters locked eyes, their laughter growing louder, startling Ethan and Aaron Jackson playing in the yard.

"Aunt Luna, Mom, what's so funny?" Aaron asked curiously.

Luna scooped up her nephew and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Auntie's happy! Tell your dad to break out his good wine tonight—we're having a feast!"

"Yes, a celebration!" Maya wiped her tears, her voice light as a bird's. "Tonight, we celebrate properly!"

As the sun set, the aroma of food filled the yard. Ryan was baffled by his wife's uncharacteristic excitement—until he heard the news. The usually stoic man's eyes reddened.

"Good riddance..." he muttered, pulling out his gleaming butcher knife and slamming it into the cutting board.

That night, the White family's home glowed with light and laughter. No one mourned Kevin Shaw's death.

Justice had been served.