Her face drained of all color, Grace could only plead with Maxwell again and again. She begged him not to be so heartless, but he remained completely indifferent, his expression carved from stone.
By the end, she couldn't tell whether she was sobbing or laughing hysterically. The sounds that tore from her throat were somewhere between both, broken and unhinged.
"Maxwell, just tell me." Her voice rose, cracking with raw emotion. "What does Scarlett have that I don't? My family name, my status, my money. What does she have that I lack? Why was she the only one who ever mattered to you? Even now that she's dead, you're still obsessed with her memory while acting like I don't even exist."
Her voice trembled with raw despair and bitter resentment as she stared vacantly at the ceiling, as if
