Behind her on the sheltered porch stood Skylar, who was Garrett’s younger sister, and she was holding her phone up to record every second of my humiliation with a cruel smirk on her face. “Make sure you get a good look at the camera so all our followers can see the gold digger finally getting what she deserves,” Skylar mocked while she adjusted the angle of her lens to capture the mud staining my clothes.
I felt as though I should have been crying or screaming in outrage, but my heart had already been broken into a thousand pieces during the long nights I spent at the hospital. I simply watched them with a quiet gaze because they saw a helpless widow who had lost her only protection, yet they had no idea what Garrett had actually planned for our future.
I walked forward through the wet grass and ignored the sound of their laughter while I knelt down in the mud to reach for something that had fallen near a deep puddle. It was our wedding album and the leather cover was now smeared with dirt, which partially obscured the image of Garrett’s radiant smile on our happiest day.
I took a small tissue from my pocket and carefully wiped the grime away from his face while the rain continued to stream down my own cheeks and mix with the dampness of the earth. “You truly believe that I have nothing left to my name,” I said quietly as I stood up and held the album tightly against my heart to keep it safe.
Madeline laughed at my statement and crossed her arms over her designer coat because she was convinced that the prenuptial agreement had left me completely destitute. “I do not believe it because I know it is a fact, so I suggest you start walking toward the gate before I decide to call the police to trespass you,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.
I did not offer another word or look back at the massive house that had never truly felt like a home, and I began the long walk down the driveway while the wind pulled at my soaked dress. For the next six months, I became a ghost to the Blackwood family because they assumed I had crawled back to a tiny apartment to live out a life of struggle and regret.
They continued their lives of luxury by throwing massive parties and spending money as if the well would never run out, all while they remained blissfully unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon. Every Tuesday morning during those months, I sat in a high rise office at the most prestigious law firm in the city of Rivercrest to meet with a team of elite attorneys.
We spent hundreds of hours reviewing complex financial documents and tracing hidden transactions that revealed the true state of the Blackwood empire. I learned every secret and every debt that Lawrence Blackwood, my father in law, had tried to bury deep within the corporate archives.
