Revenge Wears a Diamond Ring

d open, screeching after s

arp against my eyes after so lon

Now, I was just a number, an ex-c

far away, and two fig

id Miller, and

an was just a boy, now he

ed. I had mi

s around my frail body. He held me

re finally out.

was a little hesitant, b

Mo

e tears of joy. I believed their love was my on

I whispered,

held my hand, occasionally squeezing it. He told me not to worry, that

ieved

nt. Cleaner, colder. My things were mostly

changes, Evelyn. It was too painful to

ing it. I just w

et David had told me not to touch, I found an old digital

I press

early a younger Etha

Why didn' t you let her stay in jail long

cold. I could

voice, stern

long-lost heiress to constantly antagonize Sarah, even driving Sar

from my fingers, clat

ove I thought was my lifeline was th

just completed a groundbreaking, high-risk surgery, a procedur

police

ing. I denied everything, I screamed my innocence, but the evidence was overwhelming. Pati

ing me to be strong, th

enced to s

he only thing that kept me from ending it all was the though

, the kind old man who had found me as an orphan and raised me

onference. They publicly disowned me, their "disgraceful" daughter. They declared th

at the hospital, the one I had earned throug

lf, more than once, but David and Ethan' s visits, the

all teenager, holding my hand

amily get through? Just

last remaining family,

was all

their family. My talent, my career, my entire

family art studio, a room David had always forbidden me from entering. He and Ethan were both talented painter

ed as I pushed

s filled wi

canvas held a p

ainted by David. Painted by Ethan. They were beautiful, fi

being able to paint people-all lies. They

crushed. I stumbled back out, down th

vid and Ethan. They were laugh

thday

Sa

nger's, I dug through the small box of belongings I was allowed to

ne nu

er thought I' d

the number. A calm, steady vo

wn voice barely a whisper. "The ti