Sinner Epilogue Four Months Later
Shit was finally falling into place. The renovations to our penthouse were almost halfway complete. We loved going in and seeing the changes that happened from week to week. We tried not to go every day, but it was hard not to when it was right there.
The entry was totally changed. When you got off the elevator, there were four doors to enter. The walls had been pushed out and a double door inserted, creating a whole new entrance into what is our place.
Inside, the builders kept plastic up to prevent dirt and other construction debris from the construction side from entering the half where we live.
The kitchen and living room in the other penthouse were reduced in size and had access that could be closed off, so they, along with a bedroom and a full bathroom, made up a granny suite.
If Kathlyn wanted to live with us, she could. It still left us with two more bedrooms and one and a half baths over there. We decided to use one of those bedrooms as our shibari room and the other as our combined office. That left us with four bedrooms, not including the granny suite.
However, I didn’t know whether we’d have a permanent resident anytime soon.
Kathlyn purchased Anastasia’s townhome and was making it hers.
The divorce that Savar and Arish had fought so hard against would be finalized in another month or so.
They were dividing up assets and all that.
Savar was trying to contest the prenuptial agreement. Kathlyn was assured he wouldn’t win.
One of the remaining problems, in the form of my brother, had been resolved last week.
The court case against Rowan took three days.
He’d tried to use the excuse that we were family, and it wasn’t stealing.
That signing my name wasn't a forgery. I watched as his lawyer rubbed his head in defeat. Whatever he told Rowan to do or not do, he hadn’t listened.
In the end, he’d been convicted of forgery and falsification of loan documents, along with the associated charges.
He was sentenced to eighteen months in prison but wasn’t eligible for parole.
When he got out, he’d be on probation for two years.
The look of disbelief on his face as he was led out of the courtroom would’ve been comical if it weren’t so pathetic.
He honestly didn’t see what he’d done wrong.
The judge had also ordered him to repay the loan amount.
While he was in prison, there was no way he could do it, but once he was out, a repayment schedule would be set up for the half-million he had swindled from the bank.
At the moment, anything of value was being sold off to cover his lawyer’s fees and provide him with commissary money for the next two years.
A part of me wanted to run and fix it for him. He was my brother, and I loved him. But the way I’d been doing it hadn’t helped him. It was time to see whether the hard way changed him.
I told Anastasia, when she asked if I’d visit him in prison, that I would. I needed to see if he had changed. But once he was out, if he were the same person, we’d have only superficial contact. She didn’t tell me I shouldn’t. I think she was thinking of her siblings who refused to speak to her.
Workwise, everything was going fantastically for both of us. Anastasia’s clinic had an influx of patients, so she brought on another chiropractor to help part-time. It was the one she’d used when she was off for the gunshot. It also gave us more wiggle room when we wanted to take time off.
My business expansion was progressing. These kinds of things could take months to complete.
At least now I can do it without worrying that my credit was frozen.
Yeah, my life was the best it ever had been.
There was one more thing I wanted to do, but I couldn’t until the renovations were finished.
I had it all planned, just had to wait to implement it. I could barely wait.