Beyond Betrayal: Reclaiming Her Legacy

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e difficult. I'

icult. The phrase he used whenever I

mory of his phone call with Chloe was a film playing on a loop in my mind. The c

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ly into the camera, sitting in the passenger seat of a familiar car. Liam' s car. H

de's here! So lucky to have my future brother-in-law p

brother-in-law. She was laying her claim, publicly. A

was wrong. He came into my office with cof

the cup on my desk. "But Chloe was exhausted from her f

just stared at my compu

ng concerned. "Are you still fe

, Liam. J

're all driving up to the lake house th

e annual family weekend trip. Ano

s car was already in the driveway. I walked inside. They were all in the living room, laughin

id, her smile not quite reaching h

eady,"

ed! I've got so much stuff. Liam,

I got to the car, the trunk was full. The back seat was also piled high

to look slightly embarrassed. "Uh, C

nnocent. "Oops. I guess you'll have to ta

nted. "Should hav

Liam, my boyfriend of four years, was sta

didn't plead. I ju

, heading toward the train station two

ck Tesla pulled up beside me, its electric motor

ple black t-shirt that did nothing to hide how w

a?" he asked, his