"You hurt Anna, and that wasn't enough? Now you want to destroy the Gilbert Group too?" Paul's voice dropped to a growl. "Serena Whitmore, you bitch!"
I clutched my stinging cheek, unable to speak.
It was a clumsy frame-up. A trick a child could see through.
Yet Paul chose to be blind.
I had no access to the company archives—no passwords, no clearance. How could I have stolen confidential files? But logic didn't matter to him.
He couldn't stand my presence any longer. He filed for divorce immediately, demanding I leave with nothing but the clothes on my back.
On the day I was thrown out, Anna didn't just watch me go. She had her men drag me to a fifth-floor rooftop.
She smiled as they tied me up.
She was the one who drugged me years ago to force the marriage. She framed me for her "miscarriage." She planted that USB drive in my jewelry box.
Every tragedy in my life bore her fingerprints.
"I'll remember you forever, Big Sister," she'd whispered, voice dripping with venom. "Remember how you called me the daughter of a homewrecker? Look at you now. A pitiful worm. I've played you until you have nothing left."
She leaned close, eyes dancing. "In this lifetime, you will always be the loser."