The Betrayed Heiress's Reckoning

typed her name. The site loaded, a wash of pastel colors and professionall

A new post, date

ncept... thinking of pairing a basil-infused meri

ote from a conversation I' d had with my "best friend" Brenda this mo

iate. It was happe

ng more. I scrolled through Isabella' s social media, my thumb

ns beach house, smiling, holding a glass of champagne. The cap

n. In the reflection of the glass door behind h

other

e back of a chair. An arm with a dist

My boy

s work. The betrayal was so complete, so absolute, it almost took my

by a chilling clarity. I wasn't a victim anymore.