Secrets of the Hamptons Elite

“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.”