Sharon hadn't expected Madeline to actually call the police.
She turned her head and saw Madeline standing off to the side, eyes gleaming with self-satisfaction.
Sharon looked to Denise. "You didn't even try to stop her?"
Denise hesitated, her voice small. "I… I couldn't stop her even if I tried."
Ever since she'd watched Sharon take down Kelly, Denise had begun to feel… conflicted. It turned out her sister-in-law wasn't so useless after all.
She was, in fact, kind of impressive.
Back then, Denise had believed that Kelly and her brother were a better match—Kelly might have been a little manipulative, sure, but she had real skills. Genuine talent. Otherwise, how could she have been her brother's first love, the one he could never forget?
Like her brother, Denise had always admired women with an artistic aura. She'd tried learning music, calligraphy, painting—but she simply didn't have the gift.
Madeline let out a cold laugh.
"What now? Scared?" she sneered. "It's too late. Spen
