I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 29
Leaving the glittering lights of the ballroom behind them, they descended the grand marble staircase together—not as victims running from a nightmare, nor as survivors hiding in the shadows, but as partners stepping side-by-side into a future entirely of their own making.
The heavy oak doors of the hotel opened smoothly before them, welcoming them out into a world that was bright, open, and undeniably theirs. The nightmare of the wedding day, the betrayal in the dark, the freezing waters of the ocean—all of it had melted away, leaving only the unyielding strength of a woman who refused to stay dead.
