Lynne's POV:
As Warren drove toward Lavinia's mansion, we passed a jewelry store. I asked him to stop, deciding to pick out a necklace for Lavinia as a birthday gift.
I knew her taste well—it was one of the reasons she'd always been so fond of me.
Warren offered to pay, but I refused. There was no way I'd let him pay for something meant to come from me.
By the time we arrived, the mansion was already bustling with guests. Warren's mother, Fiona, and his sister, Esther, were among them.
They both now knew the truth: I was the legitimate heir of the Taylor family, while Shirley, the woman they'd supported so fervently, had been nothing but a fraud.
It must have been a bitter pill for them to swallow, but that wasn't my concern. They had reaped what they'd sown.
If they ever learned th
