e laughter came fr

here, a sycophantic little weasel in a suit id

h disdain. "She really doesn't know her place. You're a big shot now, on your way t

he flattery. "That's the pla

continued, his voice loud enough for several passersby to hea

voice. It was calm,

ck' with anyone," I said,

ing his head as if I were a

I understand. You see me now, successful, important. It's natural to have regre

o form behind my eyes. The sheer d

heir to the entire Beaumont fortune. And this man, my ex-fiancé, was a glorified baggage handler for my family, and he ha

ing to go back to the way

se would you be here? You probably saw Brandon's name on some c

ant, terrible idea. His eyes li

aphina sometimes needs help around the house. With our son,

who nodded slowly, a mal

l spare room. It would give you a place to stay, and you'd get to be near me. It's the best I c

history right in front of me, painti

er, clapped his ha

g you on her knees," he gushed. "After all, she's the one who ran away w

constructed an entire false narrative where they were the victims

d to hire me t