ora

coffee. "I'm not letting that man get away with this. I us

on Julian-property records, financial filings, anything sh

of your joint account for months. Small amounts, nothing that would trigger alerts. Over two

ismantling our life piece by piece

tstand caught my eye-me and my mother, outside The Rolling Pin on opening day, P

ecious thing I had left of her. I'd worn it every single day. My hand felt strangely bare w

f that stranger, the man who had viol

me, but we both knew fi

ling, my phone

n, and again. Finally, I answere

ar command. "Tonight is the Lowery family's annual reception. The

ave to do with me

valuating me, and I need to present a perfect family image. Y

shaking with anger. "Julian

until I sign those papers. And if you don't show up tonight, I'll ma

olling Pin was my life, my ind

nuckles white. He thought

rough clenched teet

fire was kindling in the pit of

ith worry. "Rory, are you sure? You

I kept a few dresses. "He wants a show? I'll give

ear. A floor-length gown of fiery red silk, with a dangerously low back an

"Oh my God, Aurora.

he mirror. "He wants me to play Mrs. Lowery? Tonight, he