into a powerful Senate candidate. Our engagement gala, a critical
he catering staff; it was Brianna, a junior aide, clutche
colder than ice. He ordered me to stay silent, to protect his car
my broken heart, dismissing his betrayal as a "man's needs." Isolated and
nd-knitted scarf, a symbol of our stru
oul. Seeing it desecrated ignited a rage so pure and
s anymore; this was about my life, m
I want you to lo
for turn to ash." With a new alliance by my side, I walked out, ready