Raine Vance had always known her family hated her, but she never thought they’d hand her heart to her sister as if it were a spare gift. She stood in the doorway of her fiancé’s bedroom, her hands trembling against the frame, as Jeslyn’s laughter rang out between the sheets. Damien’s bare back glistened under the dim chandelier light, his arm tangled around Jeslyn like Raine had never existed. For a moment, her world didn’t shatter with a bang. It broke quietly, like glass slipping from her hands in slow motion. Jeslyn didn’t even look guilty when their eyes met. She only smirked. “He was never yours, Raine. You should have known.” Raine’s chest burned, not with heartbreak, but humiliation. She staggered back into the hall, past the portraits of a family that had never claimed her, past the cold marble floors that had never felt like home.