Years of scheming had turned Ivy into a vicious harpy—ready to scar anyone who dared go after Matthew.
She had gotten her nails done that morning, sharp enough to carve deep, bleeding wounds with a single swipe.
Anyone who tried to steal Matthew from her deserved to be ruined. Now that her sworn enemy, Clara, stood right in front of her, she burned to claw out those tempting eyes for good, so they would never lure her Matthew again.
But Clara wasn't the naive girl she had once been. She let out a cold laugh. "Matthew might be your whole world, but to me, he's worthless trash."
Matthew stumbled back, all color draining from his face. Clara could've sworn she saw a flash of hurt in his eyes—but that was impossible.
This was the man who had once let Ivy starve her half to death. She had
