Anna's POV
It was perfect. Every bit of my plan had fallen into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Sitting at the head of the long, polished dining table, I couldn’t help but admire the shining diamond ring on my finger. Alexander’s ring. My husband’s ring. A smug smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I twirled the glass of champagne between my fingers. My friends were buzzing around me, laughing, clinking glasses, and fawning over my success.
I always knew I would get what I wanted. Laura never had the guts to hold on to something this big. She was always soft, too forgiving, too weak. It was almost too easy to push her aside. Now, I was the one standing in her place. I had her life—her intended marriage, her husband, her future.
“Anna, you look like you’re on top of the world,
