His Betrayal, Her Unstoppable Rise

“I was gone for two years. When I returned, my world had moved on without me. It felt more like a funeral than a welcome-home party, with my fiancé, Liam, walking in with another woman, Ava, on his arm. She was a cheap copy of me, and everyone, including my own brother, Mark, seemed to adore her. I pretended to ignore them for ten minutes, then confronted Ava. "Tell me, did you run out of your own face, so you decided to borrow mine?" She then staged a fall, splashing wine on a senator, and screamed, "Elara, why would you push me?" Liam grabbed my arm, furious. "You're a monster! Apologize to her! Apologize to everyone!" Mark, my brother, rushed over, yelling, "What the hell is your problem?" I watched as Liam and Ava continued their performance, framing me as the villain. I didn't flinch. I just slapped Liam across the face, the sound like a gunshot. "Don't ever touch me again." I then announced, "Our engagement is over. The Vance family does not associate with fools." They thought I was having a breakdown, but I had a plan. I pulled out my phone and played a video of Ava deliberately tripping herself. "The internet is going to love this." And as for everyone else, "I have two years of receipts on every single person in this room who smiled in my face and then stabbed me in the back. Cross me again, and I will burn your entire world to the ground."”