The Jilted Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

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e. Right

ush, cream-colored carpet of the staircase. She intentionally slowed he

t. The thick carpet absorbed the sharp

r of the VIP fitting room at the end

through the cra

soft, bre

blood turned to ice water in her ve

toward the narrow crack where the door hadn't fully latched. She positioned herself carefully, en

ing she saw

y discarded on the pristine white rug. The fabric was

in Hayden's throat

n to have that exact suit custom-made for Bernhard's birthday. The sight of

her gaze

d the far wall of the fitting room. In th

clenched. He had a woman pinned

lated. The world t

de hair spilling over the armrest. The

s Bri

firm. The girl Hayden had personally recommended for a permanent po

urned the back of her throat. She slapped her hand ov

er heel caught the edge

ic

in the quiet hallway,

mirror stopped for a

at broke out across her forehead, instantly soaking the back of h

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out. It was thick, careless, and dripping with a

t a slow, tre

lace, a hot, suffocating rage

ached inside and pulled out her iPhone. Her thumb slipped twi

mera app. She swi

g so hard the screen

h to taste copper. The sharp, metallic pain groun

both hands, stepping back

it re

rror. It captured the exact moment Ber

d under a concrete block. Every second of fo

d, her voice breathless and whiny

out a low,

oring decoration, Bri. You kn

picked up eve

ht, pressing down on her shoulders, making her knees weak

red square to

ded the file to her encrypted iCloud drive. S

elle let out a sharp

w jerked back and slammed into the antique Mi

bbled. It tipped dange

neck of the vase, her knuckles turning

art hammering against her

mpletely lost in their own filt

the vase back to the

hock was gone. The sadness was gone. All that

d and wal

legs suddenly felt like jelly. She stumbled, her heel slipping on the carpet. She grabbed the b

erself to st

ground floor, her face was

e reception desk. "Mrs. Cunni

s of her mouth up into a

n emergency video conference. We'l

I'll call you to se

ase

d through th

d across her face. It felt like tiny knives, but it cleared

. A yellow Uber pul

hrew herself into the backs

seat. She pulled out her phone and opened the

flew across

over. Get me the

hit

he first tear finally broke free, l