Brooke had put off looking into Raymond Ellis, III’s family tree until a week before she was set to move down to South Carolina. Part of her wanted her to move down there to be a clean slate. A way to get away from the reminder of her poor choice in a fiancé. He’d made bail and hired a lawyer. But the paperwork and money trail had been too easy for the Feds to follow.

While on release, he hadn’t bothered to call or come back to see how she was doing let alone apologize to her for what she’d been through. She’d seen him making the rounds on social media for public opinion polls, but once the evidence had been turned in and the tabloids were able to put it into print, his public pleas were met with scornful memes and degrading humor.