[New York business tycoon Lincoln Scott spotted watching the sunrise in the Maldives with his new lover.]
Lincoln was my father-in-law.
Allison and I exchanged glances.
We had both reached the same conclusion.
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"I'm done being a second option!"
I gritted my teeth and shut off my phone.
Before, no matter how many rumors swirled around Rianne, they had always been fleeting. This time, however, she had actually gifted Finn a yacht.
It was obvious—this wasn’t just a game anymore.
And then, I saw Finn's latest Instagram post.
He had uploaded a photo.
Rianne was sitting on a plush bed. Even though it was only her back, I recognized her immediately. That alluring curve of her waist was unmistakable.
His caption? [No regrets in this lifetime.]
I was about to comment when Allison grabbed my hand.
"If you start a fight now, do you think Rianne will let you walk away unscathed?" She frowned, her delicate brows knitting together.
Allison was Rianne’s stepmother, the young trophy wife Lincoln had married four years ago.
Even though she was three years younger than me, she was far more cunning.
I looked at her blankly. "Mom, what are you suggesting?"
Addressing her as "Mom" always felt weird.