Framed By My Maid

rison rags, and to the very marrow of my bones. General David, the man I had once loved, stood over me, his face a mask of fury. His boot conne

w growl of hatred. "Bethany is dead because you couldn't keep y

my chair. The one who, upon being discovered, had thrown herself from the highest tower, leaving me to face his wrath alone

He had stripped me of my title, my family' s honor, and my life. As my vision faded to black, his final words

opened

resh flowers. My reflection stared back from a gilded mirror-a young woman

that I instinctively touched my ribs, expecting to feel the broken bones.

lace. I had been reborn. I had come back to the beginning, t

, the darling of the corporate world. And my maid of honor, the woman who

, but it wasn' t Bethany. It was my loyal

ce trembling slightly. "I... I d

lready knew. The foreknowledge from my past life

me,

servatory. She was... she was holding onto him, cryi

it. In my past life, I would have run, heart pounding, to demand an explanation. I would have creat

this

" I said, my

a? Did you hear me? Bethany is trying to s

n to unfasten the tiny pearl buttons on the back of the magn

there and expose her!" Clara was frantic, her loyalty and concern making her ag

ache in my bones, heard the echo of David' s cruel accusations. I remembered the years of torment, the slow, agonizing death in

ne just like this one. A bride betrayed, a "friend" in te

in. The jealous, cruel woman who drives the sweet, innocent girl to des

ction in the mirror,

t play my part. I wil

ot against my side, I heard Bethany' s name invoked like a prayer as he destroyed me. The pain was a pa

n. I would simply disappear, leaving them in the beautiful, empty stage they had set for my humiliatio