"You pathetic little thing," Trisha mocked, stepping forward. "Did you really think you could just walk in here, claim my brother, and we’d welcome you with open arms?"
I could barely catch my breath before she shoved me. My heels slipped against the polished floor, and I crashed onto my knees. Pain shot up my legs.
More laughter. More whispers.
"Look at her!"
"She actually thought she was one of us!"
"A desperate little gold digger."
Tears welled in my eyes. "Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I love Ethan. I’m not after his money, I just—I just wanted to meet his family."
Trisha sneered. "Family?" She knelt down, grabbing my face harshly. "You are nothing to us. Nothing to Ethan."
My stomach twisted. "That’s not true—"
Her nails dug into my skin as she leaned in. "Then explain this."
She snapped her fingers. A woman stepped forward. Tall. Elegant. Breathtaking.
My blood turned to ice. A world-famous supermodel and an actress. Olivia Bennett. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
And she was wearing a ring. A wedding ring.
I felt the air leave my lungs.
No. No, no, no—
Gregory Caldwell, Ethan’s father, smirked from the sidelines. "That’s Ethan’s real wife."