mb. For a moment, the cold resolve wavered, and

ife, poured into a man who

y hiding the credit card statements that showed my trust fund paying for everything. The times I' d bite my

m-colored paper, the elegant font. It was my dream. I' d told Ethan I didn' t get in. I told him

me and said, "It's okay, babe. We don

carefully constructed f

a big gig, a moment of success, she' d reappear with a crisis. A breakup. A

of excuses. "She has no one else,"

g to be his priority. He' d call me insecure, controlling. He'

r the woman I could have been, the designer in New York, the p

through me, it left so

ar

s and prioritized his feelings above her own was gone. Sh

he Austin skyline. I had given this city, and this ma

hand. I didn't call Ethan

ed a r

id, my voice clear and strong. "I need

graduation present. A beautiful, stylish place with

it "blood money," a handout from my rich fathe

key, though. Fo

ptop and went to Molly's Instagram page. It

. Her art on the walls. Her clothes in the closet. Posing on the balcony, with th

s mistress in my property. The property he cla

hotter and more p

time to