Betrayed Wife, Unstoppable Rise

“My adopted daughter, Lily, was my whole world. We were playing hide-and-seek in our penthouse when I heard a shriek, cut short, followed by a sickening thud. I raced to the balcony, only to find my husband' s stepsister, Haylee Walls, standing there, and the railing empty. On the pavement five floors below, Lily lay still in a pink dress, surrounded by a rapidly spreading pool of red. My husband, Brighton Castro, rushed out, pulling me into an embrace that felt like a cage. Then, a sharp prick in my neck, and darkness. When I woke, my eyes were sewn shut. I was in a cold, damp, derelict building. Brighton' s mocking chuckle echoed, followed by Haylee' s soft voice. "She can't hurt you anymore," Brighton said. He accused me of insulting Haylee, of throwing her childhood blindness in her face. "So now," he continued, his voice devoid of warmth, "you can experience it for yourself. Feel what it's like to be blind." His friends laughed as I stumbled, blood trickling from my eyelids. I didn't understand. My daughter was dead, and my husband, the man who promised to protect us, had done this to me. Why? What kind of monster was he? But their mockery fueled something else. I stood straight, my hand finding the diamond earring I wore. I pressed it. "I need a new husband," I said, my voice steady and clear. "Send a helicopter for me in an hour."”