The Million-Dollar Revenge

lives, multi-millions from a cheap s

Sarah Mille

t money painted a target on my back,

on, his mother Brenda,

ere my

I th

osed to be a celebration, a road

assenger seat, Jessica scrolled on

omething I couldn't name then, some

verlook, the view breathta

arm around my waist, a ges

ah," he'd said, hi

he pu

ing past, the brief, sh

whatever it wa

, unseen,

them, my

renda,

ven pretend t

o the car, their faces

room they'd booked,

er purse, right?" Brenda

firmed, "She was goin

ng we saved her the troubl

p champagne, celebrati

part that carved itsel

. The boy I raised, loved,

, back at our house, a hou

d. A woman I didn't recog

to her,

m around. Mark came out, kissed

fect

ing another

arder than the rocks at

. He was theirs. M

e. My love, a tool

trayal was a fire,

o suffer, to fe

en, da