Zachary, you're celebrating far too early. You think you've reached the highlight of your life, but you've willingly stepped onto the gallows I built for you.
A month later, the 50th anniversary gala of Larson Corporation, paired with the newborn's one-month celebration, took over the entire venue of the city's most luxurious seven-star hotel.
Social elites, business tycoons and journalists from major media outlets flocked in, packing the massive ballroom to capacity.
Victor sat front and center at the head table, looking hearty and delighted as he accepted well-wishes from everyone around him.
I wore an exquisite custom-made red evening gown and sat beside him. To the onlookers, I was the triumphant Mrs. Larson, enjoying immense prestige thanks to the new baby.
Over in the shadowy co
