The cold, metallic taste of bitterness lingered in my mouth as I watched Grachelle walk away, her self-righteousness hanging around her like a shimmering cloak of privilege. She had it all. She has wealth, beauty, power, and now... Theo. A billionaire. Of course, she'd manage to marry a man like him. Women like Grachelle always win. They get to walk away from their mistakes, living their perfect little lives while the rest of us are left picking up the pieces.
I hated her for it.
As I stared after her, my nails dug into the palms of my hands, sharp enough to leave imprints. She thought she had moved on, that she had won. That smug look on her face when she talked about Theo like I was nothing... like I hadn't existed, made my blood boil.
It wasn't enough that Ram had strung me along for
