The night after the wedding was supposed to have been a time of quiet retreat, a moment to settle into her new life. But while Skylar was wrapped in the glow of her new reality, somewhere across the city, Rose’s hatred simmered like poison in her veins. She had left Henry’s side, too furious to pretend any longer, retreating into her lavish apartment that suddenly felt suffocating despite all the grandeur.
She paced the polished marble floors, heels clicking like the sound of rage echoing in her head. Skylar. Always Skylar. Since school, she had been the girl that made Rose feel invisible, the girl that seemed to get what others secretly longed for without even lifting a finger. Rose had worked tirelessly to build her image of perfection, to keep herself untouchable, admired, envied. Yet
