Elena's POVThe package arrived like a venomous snake in the mail, innocuous in its plain brown wrapping but lethal in its contents. It sat on the marble kitchen island that morning, mocking us with its anonymous postmark—no return address, just a scrawled "For the Happy Couple" in sharp, angular handwriting that screamed Victoria. Alexander had been the one to open it, his broad shoulders tensing as he sliced through the tape with a letter opener, his movements precise but edged with foreboding. I'd been pouring coffee, the rich aroma filling the penthouse, when he froze, the color draining from his face."Elena," he said, his voice a low warning, like thunder rumbling on the horizon. "Don't look."But of course, I did. Curiosity and dread propelled me forward, my mug forgotten on the counter as I peered over his shoulder. Inside were photos—grainy, but unmistakably me. Snapshots from a life I'd buried: me at 19, unaware in a college library, with a shadowy figure lurking in the back
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