Secrets of the Hamptons Elite

Secrets of the Hamptons Elite

Ty Lyle

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The lawyer, Mr. Henderson, pushed the document across the polished mahogany table. "Sign here, Sarah, and Ethan Vance will be legally declared deceased." My husband, Ethan, was gone, lost in a sailing accident off the Hamptons. But the grief I displayed was a carefully constructed facade for the world. His body was mostly unrecoverable, they said, trying to save his influencer girlfriend, Chloe Bellweather. Unbeknownst to them, divorce papers rested on Ethan' s desk, untouched by my hand, clear evidence of his intent to leave me for Chloe. Now, there would be no divorce. The bulk of Ethan' s immense estate, a fortune beyond any settlement, was irrevocably mine. A small, cold smile touched my lips, one Mr. Henderson thankfully missed. This wasn't about newfound wealth; it was about vengeance. Years ago, my mother, Linda, died in a hit-and-run, unsolved, on a remote highway. The powerful Vance family, Ethan' s family, I knew, were inextricably connected to that night, to its cover-up, and to the decades of injustice. A simmering rage had slowly transformed into a cold, meticulously calculated plan for payback. This inherited fortune was not a comfort; it was potent fuel for a lifelong quest. My sister and I had waited long enough for justice. As I left the lawyer' s office, stepping into the city' s noise, I felt a chilling satisfaction. Phase one was complete. The Vances had no idea their meticulously planned downfall had just begun.

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The lawyer, Mr. Henderson, pushed the document across the polished mahogany table.

"Sign here, Sarah, and Ethan Vance will be legally declared deceased."

My husband, Ethan, was gone, lost in a sailing accident off the Hamptons.

But the grief I displayed was a carefully constructed facade for the world.

His body was mostly unrecoverable, they said, trying to save his influencer girlfriend, Chloe Bellweather.

Unbeknownst to them, divorce papers rested on Ethan' s desk, untouched by my hand, clear evidence of his intent to leave me for Chloe.

Now, there would be no divorce.

The bulk of Ethan' s immense estate, a fortune beyond any settlement, was irrevocably mine.

A small, cold smile touched my lips, one Mr. Henderson thankfully missed.

This wasn't about newfound wealth; it was about vengeance.

Years ago, my mother, Linda, died in a hit-and-run, unsolved, on a remote highway.

The powerful Vance family, Ethan' s family, I knew, were inextricably connected to that night, to its cover-up, and to the decades of injustice.

A simmering rage had slowly transformed into a cold, meticulously calculated plan for payback.

This inherited fortune was not a comfort; it was potent fuel for a lifelong quest.

My sister and I had waited long enough for justice.

As I left the lawyer' s office, stepping into the city' s noise, I felt a chilling satisfaction.

Phase one was complete.

The Vances had no idea their meticulously planned downfall had just begun.

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