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The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now

Chapter 3

Word Count: 807 | Released on: 09/05/2026

ement, radiating heat through the thin

s she had bought from a thrift store for eight dollars. The

ss door of a local coff

a tight ponytail, smiled

Crysta said. "I can serve,

d her a clipboard

lled in her name. She left the addr

en st

BEEN CONVICT

in. Her heart hammered against her ribs. If she lied, they would find

d the box

nced at the paper. The smile vanished from her

said, sliding the clipboard under the c

The bell chimed a

nd the counter saw the checked box and laughed ner

er shook his head before she eve

th sweat stains on his collar, leaned over the count

ach was a hollow, screaming cavern. She had eaten half a loaf of bread

her hands. The

dollars left. She was going to end up on the street. And if she ende

esting her forehead on her knees, trying t

arking space right in front of he

ok up. She didn't

rk boots stepped

hed. She kne

ak stood there, holding a canvas groc

woman had given her twenty-three dollars, and here she was, starving on a

She wiped her hands on the thighs of he

but her legs gave out. She

afford. Her throat tightened, and the w

was broken, desperate. "Nobody will hire me. They se

t. She was looking at Crysta, but Crysta knew Margo was seeing her son

e of Margo's jeans. He

d. "I will do anything. I will wash dishes. I will

. The sound of cars passing on

She dropped her head. She had pu

diner," M

head sn

is small. The pay is minimum

The skin was rough, callou

ing in a massive breath of air. The crushing weight

o's hand. She nodded violently,

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“I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha. After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road. Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record. "I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything." Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved. For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation. Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived.”