“I stopped fighting when they said you were married.”
Something inside me shifted.
“Then start fighting again,” I told him. “This time, you won’t be alone.”
Janet didn’t hesitate when I told her everything.
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“Are we exposing a manipulative matriarch who staged her son’s death,” she asked, already halfway into action, “or are we just making her uncomfortable?”
“Exposing,” I said.
Gabriel hesitated. “She has influence. Lawyers. The board.”
“So do we,” Janet shot back. “And a story people won’t ignore.”
Walking into Camille’s estate this time felt different.
I wasn’t the insecure girl from years ago.
I was someone who had lived through loss—and discovered it was all a lie.
Camille greeted us with a flawless smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have brought her,” she hissed at Gabriel.
