“Didn’t feel like dressing up for your big day, Emma?” she said sweetly, her smile dripping with venom.
Mark didn’t even look up. “She’s never been one for appearances,” he added. “That’s why she’s history.”
When they left, laughter followed them down the corridor. I sat there alone, watching the ink dry beside my name, wondering if this was what failure looked like.
Then my phone rang.
The Call That Changed Everything
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