Bitter Spoils

Vivian paced her bedroom. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. Her jaw ached. Rage surged through her veins like molten fire, scorching every calm thought.

Sylvie.

That pathetic housewife. That nothing. That mediocre waste of space.

Standing there in emeralds, dripping in diamonds, on Evander Mercer’s arm. The trillionaire. The most power