CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN: KNOW YOUR FEARS

I sat on the cold edge of the marble bathtub, my arms folded tightly over my chest as I stared blankly at the silver faucet. I couldn't even cry anymore. I didn't have the strength for that—all I could muster were quiet sobs, my lips pressed together, my arms trembling.

I felt intense anger. Not at Vince—not entirely.

But at her... Theresa. A walking ghost with a baggage of lies. Her presence was... I didn’t care what sob story she fed him. I didn’t care how much guilt she tried to pile on his shoulders. She left. She faked her death. She was a damn liar.

But somehow, I was the problem? I was the threat to her "family"?

I scoffed under my breath and stood up. No. This wasn’t going to be one of those times I just sat and waited to be dragged through the dirty floors in their twisted game of lies and power, especially not by another woman. I wasn’t going to let Theresa drag me down while she rewrote her story with my fiancé after messing it up.

I left the bathroom and found Vince in his