ELARA
“Oh my goodness, Elara, I’ve forgotten how deliciously petty you can be!” Julian stated, unable to hold back the bouts of laughter escaping his mouth.
We all watched with varying degrees of satisfaction as the transformation took place on Shawn’s face—a slow-motion train wreck as he shifted from a cocky winner to a devastated loser.
Sixty million dollars.
The sheer absurdity of the number made my smile widen as I picked up my glass of champagne and toasted in the air toward my ex-husband, who blanched even further until he looked like a ghost.
Now, he would feel exactly how I felt all those times he used my feelings for him against me. He would understand the visceral sting I felt while watching that CCTV footage, feeling like a pathetic fool for wasting five years of my lif
