Chapter 1
The crisp Colorado air usually brought Meredith a sense of peace, but today, it felt like a blade against her skin. She stood on the immaculate stone driveway of the Denver estate she had called home for five years. The cream-colored limestone facade of the mansion loomed above her, casting long, dramatic shadows in the bright afternoon sunlight.
From the ornate wrought-iron balcony above, a cruel, piercing laugh shattered the silence.
"You really thought you belonged here, Meredith?" Vanessa’s voice dripped with poison. She leaned over the railing, her platinum-blonde side braid swaying. The mint-green satin of her evening gown caught the sunlight, a stark contrast to the maliciousness in her eyes.
"Vanessa, step away from my things," Meredith demanded, her voice remarkably steady.
"Your things?" Vanessa mocked, her eyes flashing with triumphant glee. "Nothing here is yours anymore. Ethan made sure of that."
With a dramatic flick of her wrist, Vanessa lifted Meredith’s heavy brown winter coat and tossed it over the edge. It billowed in the wind before landing softly on the stone. Next came a heavy black suitcase. It hit the driveway with a sickening crack, bursting open to reveal silk dresses, designer heels, and a small, worn teddy bear that had belonged to Meredith’s late father.
"Stop it!" Meredith yelled, taking a step forward. "Have you lost your mind?"
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"I’ve found exactly what I wanted," Vanessa sneered. "And you’re in the way. Don't worry, I'm just helping you pack."
Meredith stood frozen in her exquisite strapless white designer gown. The sculptural floral appliqués along the bodice felt heavy, the luxurious blue sapphire necklace suddenly cold against her collarbone. She tightened her grip on her black smartphone, her knuckles turning white. Disbelief warred with a rising, icy tide of anger. This wasn't just an affair; it was an execution.
