her day; it was a chilling memory, a life I'd already lived and lost. I remembered the
hey orchestrated my public disgrace, stripped me of my inheritance, and exiled me to a desolate vineyard. There, isolated and slandered, I withered
they, my closest circle, plot such a cruel, elaborate ruin? Why did no one believe
ing. Predictable. But this time, I won't cry. I have the memories, my father' s hidden surpris