I looked at myself in the mirror.
Ivory dress. Pale face.
But inside, I wasn’t breaking.
I was sharpening.
Then Patricia added,
“Once she’s gone, we sell everything. Your debts disappear. I get my return. Everyone wins.”
Everyone.
I slipped my foot fully into the shoe, fastened the buckle, and slowly smiled at my reflection.
They mistook my silence for weakness.
They mistook my kindness for naivety.
And worst of all—
They forgot who I am.
I’m not just Elena Moore—the quiet orphan with a small inheritance.
I’m Elena Moore, a forensic accountant.
I follow money.
I uncover patterns.
I turn lies… into evidence.
When I stepped out, Patricia greeted me with a polished, sugary smile.
“Oh, darling,” she said. “You look so delicate.”
Adrian kissed my cheek. “Perfect.”
I met their eyes calmly.
“Do I?” I asked.
For a split second, Patricia’s expression faltered.
Then I turned once in the very shoes they thought would lead me straight into their trap.
“They’re perfect,” I said lightly. “I’ll take them.”
Because now…
I know exactly where I’m walking.
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