Scars Of Betrayal: Her Spectacular Comeback

h screeche

rew Cornelia forward, her seatb

sharp and cruel in the intermitt

re quiet, almost conversational, which

otel room returned with a vengeance, a hot, acidic wave rising in her throat. It felt

face him, her eyes blazing with

ched so hard her jaw ached, "you wi

t was st

reedom. She didn't think. She just acted. Her hand shot ou

e car. Her heels, ridiculously high for running, hit th

ol, damp air of the

nside her. For five years, she had been the perfect Cornelia Corbett. She had managed his family's philant

n't for her. It was for the role she played. The label sh

y a chilling reality. Her purse, with her keys, her phone, her

arms against the cold. There was

night stragglers. She entered the grand, opulent lobby, her disheveled state a stark contra

i

ved. The gilded

serene angel in a sea of

to float around her. Her makeup was flawless, her dark hair

ht a delicate hand to her mouth

he gasped, stepping forward, her hand outstret

nd away. The sound was

ading Aleah's personal space, her eyes boring into the other woman's. "Or did you just

n Aleah's eyes. It was there and then it was gone, replace

confirmatio

. The convenient timing of David's arrival. The burner

h nothing. Not a single penny from the Corbett fortune. And Aleah, the poor, tragic orphan Euan was legally and mor

And then, an hour later, a post on Aleah's private Instagram story: a picture of a cocktail at the very restaurant Euan wa

ad expected hysterics. Screaming. A public, messy breakdown that

gave her

ad been playing a game she didn't even know existed

it lasts," Corne

he lobby's side exit. Just as she reached the revolving doo

d right over Cornelia as if she w

straight

llar suit jacket and draped it gently over Aleah's bare sh

ng out so late? Y

consciously tender, was a ham

as worried about Cornelia," she said, her voice thick with fake tears. "She was s

ed Aleah's shoulder, a gestur

his voice firm. "She's not her

ge. She watched her husband comfort the woman who had just orchestrate

he pain was so immense it looped back on it

ed circuit. And she was the foreign o

like a promise. A liberation. It solidified in her mind, no