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“Kayla, I know me.” Stephanie’s voice trembled, tears pooling in her eyes.
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“This title is nothing. If it means so much to you, I’ll give it back.” She looked at Lionel, seeking reassurance, her
eyes red.
Lionel’s brow furrowed as he turned to Kayla. “Kayla, Stephanie is just trying to help. If there’s an issue, we can
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Kayla’s chest tightened as she stared at the man who was supposed to have her back. Her husband. And yet, he stood there defending someone else, like she was the outsider.
“Wasn’t she the one who embarrassed me first?” Kayla snapped, her voice cold and steady.
Lionel didn’t answer her. Instead, he gently brushed away Stephanie’s tears, ignoring Kayla entirely. It wasn’t the first time he had done this, but it still stung like it was
“As my husband, shouldn’t you be on my side, not someone else’s? Or does that no longer matter to you?” she asked, her words laced with bitterness.
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Lionel’s reply was sharp. “She’s not someone else, she’s your sister. Everything I do is for your own good.” Kayla’s lips curved into a hollow smile. “For my good? That’s a joke. Was it for my good when you let them put me in prison? When you let her take my life and twist it into hers?”
“I’m sorry,” Stephanie interjected, her tone soft but smug. “This is all my fault. Don’t be mad at Lionel,”
Kayla’s gaze flicked between the two of them–the doting husband, the tearful victim. It was pathetic. And
somehow, she was the villain here.
She laughed quietly, but it held no humor. “You two deserve each other,” she muttered before walking away
By the time she got home, the anger had dulled into exhaustion. She kicked off her heels, wincing as the blisters
on her feet throbbed.
Picking one up, she turned it over, her eyes landing on the size stamped on the sole. Too small. Of course, it was.
Kayla stared at the shoes in her hands, her fingers brushing over the delicate straps. She was size 8. Of course, they didn’t fit
Lionel had handed them to her in a rush before the party, saying, “New shoes for a new path.”
She wanted to laugh. The same man who once bought her slippers because he couldn’t bear to see her in heels
for too long had suddenly forgotten her size?
Her eyes narrowed. These weren’t bought for her at all. These were Stephanie’s castoffs. The realization hit like
a slap.
‘Scraps. He gave me scraps.”
With a sharp breath, Kayla stood, grabbed the shoes and walked straight to the trash can. She didn’t hesitate, tossing them in like they were garbage–because that was exactly what they were.
Things that didn’t fit should’ve been thrown away a long time ago. Just like people who didn’t belong
By evening, her phone buzzed. Messages from Stephanie lit up the screen. [Kayla, you know now, Lionel loves me.]
Attached were two photos and a video. The photos were enough. Stephanie and Lionel, cozy in bed together. Kayla didn’t need to open the video to guess what it contained.
Another message followed.
[While you were locked up, he shared my bed.]
[You’re nothing now, just a penniless ex–c
What gives you the right to fight me?]
[If you want to stay in the Sutton Family, I’d suggest you behave.]
Kayla stared at the screen, her face blank, her heart aching. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. This wasn’t the first time Stephanie had tried to rub her smugness in her face. But this time, it didn’t sting the way it used
- to.
This time, it fueled her.
She picked up her phone and made a call.
“Mr. Louis, it’s Kayla,” she said, her voice cool and composed. “Please execute the additional clause in my
mother’s will.”
“Ms. Sutton, are you sure about this?
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“I am,” she replied without hesitation.
She ended the call and set her phone down. Kayla leaned back, a small, resolute smile tugging at her lips. The game was finally about to change.
