Eloise
I never imagined rock bottom would feel like this. Yeah, my life was steady drama but this? This is nothing I expected of.
My phone buzzed against the kitchen counter again, vibrating in short frantic bursts. Another notification. Another headline. I didn’t need to read it to know what it said. They were all the same these days.
“Disgraced Designer’s Mental Breakdown: Sources Close to Eloise Sinclair Reveal Her Jealous Rage.”
“Lucian True Fights for Custody Against ‘Unstable’ Ex.”
“Jennifer Sinclair: I Tried to Save My Sister From Herself.”
I shut my eyes, pressing my palms against the cool marble counter, letting the numbness seep through my bones. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock above the stove. Tick, tick,
