My Fiance's Betrayal, My Fiery Vengeance

tons beach house. They had me declared insane and used a forged pow

ystematically broken, they stole my

in the wealth they'd stolen. Kelly, my sister, even wore my

spent every waking moment meticulously planning the

r victory, Kelly held up a dog col

, "and you can have yo

hought it was my final, crushing humilia

pte

er heard as the Hamptons beach house exploded behind

ve suit singed, his face contorted in a mask of disbelief and pain. Kelly Klein, my adopted sister, was right behind him, her designer gown r

gainst the inferno. Their shrieks blended with the roar of the fire, a symphony of chaos that su

you done?" he shri

salty air filled my lungs, carrying the scent of burning wo

y voice barely a whisper,

hands reaching out as if to grab me. His face

nting a trembling finger at the raging fire. The flames

eds help! She always has!" Her words were laced with a false concern that I recognized immediately. It was

ttled deep within me. My heart hammered, not from fear, but from a fierce, exhilaratin

She's unstable! A danger to herself and others!" he yelled, turning to the horrified guests, some of whom wer

pportunity, his eyes glinting with a familiar, predatory light. He gestured wildly towards the burning mansi

!" he shouted, his voice cracking with feigned emo

t a single one, saw the truth. They only saw the daughter of Norton Dynamics, surr

e grieving victim. He held Kelly close, whispering frantically in her ear.

voice dripping with sorrow. "Deep-seated trauma. My heart breaks for h

ched by the fire. "I have power of attorney. She signed it, right before..

name, Christy Norton, was clearly visible on the papers. The officer looked back at Eli

d to time-out. The world blurred around me, the flashing lights of emergency vehicles, the hushed whisp

deep in the woods, far from prying eyes. They called it a sanctuary, a place for healing. It was a

d. They told me I was broken, that my memories were delusions, that my anger was a symptom of my illness.

as's cold eyes when he told me he never loved me, of Kelly's smirk when she confessed to stealing e

to play the part of the compliant patient. Four years of planning

g loosely on my frame, my skin was pale, and my eyes, once bright with ambition and joy, were now

. They stood by a sleek black limousine, an emblem of the life they had stolen from me. Elias, looking even m

is arms open. His words were a sickeningly sweet melod

f a woman stripped of her will. I didn't return his embrac

ping over me with a possessive air. "It's been so long, sis," sh

eft ring finger, sparkling like a stolen star, was my engagement ring. The one Elias had given me

. "The facility really did wonders. Remember all those... episodes you used to have? All that an

aw the triumph, the gloating, the certainty of her victory. She thought she had

taken everything. My company, my reputation, my sanity. They had carved me up and left me fo

orm was brewing, cold and precise. Every insult, every hour of forced medication, every tear I co

would make their betrayal look like a child's prank. This was not the end of my suffering; it was

soft, almost childlike. It was a lie. I wan