My baby’s birthday party fell apart when my sister-in-law sla:mmed a k:n:i:f:e into the cake and yelled, “Forty-seven times—you took what was mine!” My husband told me to leave, thinking it would bre:ak me. But I already had the proof to expose them all.

“The promotion. The house. The baby. Even my brother. You always win because you smile and act helpless.”

Daniel finally looked at me, but there was no concern in his eyes. Only accusation.

“You embarrassed her at the hospital gala,” he said.

“I corrected a false donation report.”

“You corrected her,” Carmen snapped. “In front of everyone.”