What she didn’t know was that every cruel word, every fraudulent loan, and every stolen company payment had already been documented.

And the man she thought was marrying beneath him owned the corporation that kept her entire family employed.

Part 2

The photographer asked us to cut the cake, but Beatrice was drunk on the attention.

“Wait,” she said. “I’ve prepared something special.”

A screen lowered behind the dance floor.

My stomach tightened.

Chloe pressed a remote, and old photographs came up: me before the fire, laughing on a beach, standing at graduation, my hair loose across an unscarred face.