The helicopter ride to Jacaster was a breeze compared to a crowded airliner. Back home, Jenny fumed. She’d leveraged a connection to access the residential area, planning days of observation. Dorothy's reminder shifted her focus to Hayden; winning him over would be a bigger prize than Theodore. But Stacey and Hayden, along with her target children, had vanished—by helicopter. Tracking them was impossible.

"Jenny, they're gone," Dorothy said, her voice low. "Maybe we should leave too. Let's forget Theodore's project; sixty-five million isn't worth this. We can get it another way."

Jenny scoffed. "They'll be back." She wouldn't budge.

But their stubbornness was short-lived. A crisis at their Menterra headquarters demanded their return. The news wiped Theodore and Hayden from their minds. A man I despise, and another I haven't won over—nothing compared to the company and the money, Jenny thought.

They landed in Menterra to a chaotic scene. Police swarmed the terminal, seizing Jenny. "What's happening?" she demanded, struggling against the cuffs.

A figure emerged from the shadows—Jeffrey, her ex-husband. His eyes burned with hatred. "Irene," he spat, "you're under arrest."

Jenny, known as Irene in Menterra, felt a cold dread. Jeffrey's gritted teeth confirmed her worst fears. "Irene," he hissed, "spend the rest of your life atoning for Jimena."

No way, she thought, struggling against the officers. "You can't arrest me without evidence!"

A gun pressed against her neck silenced her. "Shut up! You'll see it at the station."

Dorothy froze. Menterra’s police weren't afraid to shoot. She loved Jenny, but not enough to risk her life. Silently, she stepped back.

Half an hour later, Jenny stared at the evidence, her eyes blazing. I took care of this! How…? Jeffrey, you useless…

Jeffrey slapped her. "Irene, rot in jail!"

Dorothy’s shock wasn’t about Jimena; it was the discovery itself. Years ago, she'd done something similar, a fear long buried. Jenny's arrest dredged it up. Jenny’s case was found after all these years…what about mine?

Escape was her only thought. She had to leave Menterra, change her identity, disappear. Jenny was forgotten. Dorothy fled, not home, but to the company. Within the hour, a new plan formed: liquidate assets, sell the company, and vanish.

Meanwhile, Stacey, unaware of the Menterra chaos, basked in the glow of her year-end awards ceremony. Two nominations, two wins—Best Actress and the Grand Prize. The host’s announcement startled her, but regaining her composure, she entrusted Hayden with the children and gracefully accepted her awards.