he air, thick with expensive perfume and self-congrat

, my ex-fiancé, his arm wrapped around his

rise in the real estate world. A rise fueled by knowledge he

their voices, laced with faux co

... she had a breakdown after she and Matthew split. A very public one. In Vegas, of all places. So

al man. "I chose true love. It was the right

na had crafted in our first life and perfec

n "accident." He wanted my inheritance. I remembered the screech of tires, the shatteri

agement, from my family's money, from Boston. I let them h

Lester Foundation. My work on their massive urban renewal project was the reason they were getting the award

eir faces, a mixture of shock and

ocelyn?" Matthew sneered, his voice

job cleaning my construction si

ted figures now. You can't just show up and embarrass us. Maybe I can set you up w

miliate me. In our first life, they wo