NellyI pulled my old, beat-up car into the long driveway of my sister’s new house and killed the engine. The place was massive, all glass and white stone, sitting proudly on a perfectly trimmed lawn. Everything about it screamed perfection, just like Claire herself, the golden girl. The one who always got it right. The one who could never do no wrong.I sat there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel. My hands were still shaking slightly from the long drive. Rehab had been hell. Three months locked away, with therapists drilling into my head that my nymphomania was a disease I had to control. They took my phone, my freedom, even my dignity. And when the news of my cheating got out, my boyfriend left me, my family distanced themselves, and I lost what little respect I had left. Now I was out, raw, and burning with one single purpose.Revenge.I grabbed my small suitcase and walked up to the front door, before I could knock, it opened. Claire stood there in a soft cream sweater
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