Chapter 1
Ten years into my classified CIA career, my high school group chat exploded–everyone was frantically tagging me.[]
“Victoria, are you SERIOUS? Skipping Lillian’s wedding?!“]
I scrolled up. Lillian Prescott–the golden girl, cheer captain, untouchable goddess of our class–was getting married today. Every single classmate was there.[]
“Sorry guys, couldn’t get the day off,” I typed, plain and simple.[]
That one line unleashed hell.[]
“What kind of loser job won’t give you ONE day off?“[]
“Bet she’s flipping burgers somewhere and too embarrassed to admit it.“[]
Lillian @ me directly: “Didn’t I call it back then? That I’d crush you in the future! Guess I was right.“]
I typed back, flat: “Nope. Don’t remember.“]]
That just made everyone pile on harder:[]
“Well FYI, Lillian just bagged Washington’s richest guy! She’s literally a billionaire’s wife now!“]]
“Girl probably can’t even afford a wedding gift. Should we Venmo her some pity money?“]
Amid all the verbal assault, Lillian tagged me again, playing the fake–sweet card.[]
“Since we were classmates, I’ll be generous–how about I line up a nanny job for you?“]
Then she posted her wedding photo.
One look at her husband’s picture–and I froze.[]
The groom was Harrison Ellsworth–the same man who’d been on his knees three years ago, begging me to marry him.]
“Alright then. I’ll come–wouldn’t miss witnessing your ‘perfect happiness‘.“]
Me–the real wife–attending my husband’s wedding to his mistress. Now that’s interesting![]
Right after replying to Lillian, Harrison’s message popped up:[]
“Baby, don’t overwork yourself. Can’t wait to see you when your vacation hits.“[]
“I miss you so much~“]]
12
My CIA work–ten years of writing the President’s Daily Brief–kept me isolated from the world. Even married, Harrison and I barely saw each other. His constant “I miss you” texts had me completely fooled.[]
Chapter 1
God, what an idiot I was.[]
I actually believed he loved me.
What a joke.]
I requested emergency leave and drove my government–issued SUV straight to Lillian’s small–town wedding.
From blocks away, I could see a massive banner hung across her family’s house: []
“WELCOME ELLSWORTH ENTERPRISES CEO HARRISON ELLSWORTH!“]]
Lillian stood beneath it in designer white, soaking up worship from our classmates.[]
“Girl, you’ve been HIDING this! Washington’s biggest billionaire?“]
“Harrison’s not just wealthy–he’s untouchable. Nobody dares cross him. How did you land someone that powerful?“[]
Even our old teacher Philip Radcliffe was kissing ass: “Lillian, I always knew you were destined for greatness. That’s why I never cared about your grades–you were born for luxury!“[]
Lillian basked in their worship, practically glowing with smugness.[]
What a sick joke. Harrison would’ve been crushed by his competitors years ago without our marriage protecting him.[]
I’M the reason he’s still playing “richest man” now.
Never imagined this would be Lillian’s crown to flaunt.
When they spotted me, the brown–nosing stopped cold.]
“Victoria, THIS is what ten years gets you? Some cheap piece of junk?”
They cackled until someone noticed my plates.[]
“Wait, is that a government–issued SUV? That’s not something money can touch–that’s straight from the President.“]
“Has to be fake. No way she rates those.“]]
“What a pathetic wannabe bitch!“[]
I stayed calm: “The car is real. And the plates? White House issue.”
Lillian suddenly charged over and slapped me hard.
“Of course they’re real–that’s MY HUSBAND’S CAR! I knew that bastard was cheating! You disgusting homewrecker, how DARE you show up at MY wedding in My husband’s car!“[]
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