The mistress smiled at me like she had already taken my marriage, my home, and my name. My mother-in-law leaned close and whispered, “Crawl into the gutter where you belong.”

careful. The city glittered beneath us as though nothing cruel could happen so high above it. My husband, Adrian Vale, stood near the fireplace in his tailored navy suit, checking his watch as if my recovery were a meeting running late.

Then his mother, Celeste, swept in with a smile sharp enough to cut bone.

Behind her stood a girl in white designer continue reading …