Paid In Betrayal

ound I hadn't heard from the outside in twenty years. Th

d. Marcus and Alex stood bes

just a touch of distinguished gray at the temples. He lo

had his father's posture and a coldness in his ey

oice was flat, a formal ack

e twenty feet of freedom on my own and got into the back o

home I grew up in, the same home where I raised Alex for the

pped of anything personal. They told me to "rest." I was a pariah, a

er than the constant, low-frequency torture of the Black

y. The door was slightly ajar. I stoppe

said. There was no pity in

, his voice smooth as gl

's voice, lower, a

y it had to be her. I was th

in my throat. M

his voice defensive. "A little chaos to shake things up. We

the cold marble seeping int

"I knew from the moment it happened. But the scandal, Alex... it would ha

sound of wear

fect sacrifice. Her family's legacy, her high rank. Her fall was bel

years in a concrete box, designed to

ame job by an

y my husband. To protect my