Prologue
231 Words
The sound of laughter drifted through the grand hall, the kind of laughter that once brought Camille Rivera comfort. But tonight, it was a dagger to the heart.
From the shadows of the ballroom, she watched them—Matt, her husband, and Vivian, her best friend. Or rather, the people who used to hold those titles. They moved together effortlessly, Vivian’s hand resting possessively on his arm, her smile radiant as she whispered in his ear. The same way Camille once had.
Her fingers clenched around the champagne flute in her hand, the cool glass grounding her as the weight of her reality crashed over her once again. They had stolen everything—her marriage, her family, her entire life. And yet, here they were, basking in their stolen happiness while she had been left to pick up the pieces.
But not anymore.
Camille took a slow, measured breath, forcing down the bitter sting of betrayal. The pain had once consumed her, but now, it fueled her. She had spent years planning for this moment, ensuring that every detail was executed to perfection. They thought she had disappeared, that she was too weak to fight back.
They were wrong.
She took one last sip of champagne before setting the glass down with a quiet clink. Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she stepped forward.
Let the games begin.
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