She was wearing a custom Chanel gown, carrying a handbag worth more than most people’s cars and of course—the princess bracelet shimmered on her wrist.
She looked like royalty. Like someone born into love.
Her lips curled into a smile the second she saw me.
“Oh no, Annelise... you look awful,” she cooed. “Guess it’s true what they say—when a woman gets old, the bloom fades. No wonder Colin lost interest.”
Then, with mock concern, she said, “Still haven’t buried your mom? Want me to help plan the funeral? I mean, we are family after all.”
My hands curled into fists. Rage boiled up inside me until it threatened to burn me alive.
“You knew it was a scam,” I hissed. “You knew! That was telecom fraud and tricked my mom into giving up every cent she had!”
She feigned hurt, but the corner of her lips twitched with amusement.
“How could you accuse me like that? I was just trying to help,” she said sweetly. “Your mom wanted to earn more for your wedding dowry. I couldn’t say no to her, could I?”
My chest tightened. I could feel the blood rushing to my head.
“Boy, that old hag love you like the world, didn’t she?” she sneered.