The bathroom was right by the door. Mold crept across the walls in patches that had accumulated over months, years. The smell of rot drifted through the air without warning.
When I first moved in, I threw up every single day.
For the first twenty-five years of my life, I'd been pampered. The precious eldest daughter of the Sanchez family. I'd never known a day of hardship.
I was an internationally renowned painter. Awards lined my shelves—so many I'd lost count.
At the height of my success, Austin Vance—the golden heir of the Vance family—got down on one knee and proposed.
After we married, he spoiled me even more.
Just like that, I'd become the woman every girl dreamed of being. The media called me "life's winner."
Until Austin hired a timid, soft-spoken secretary named Kathy Barnes.
She was the daughter of my family's housekeeper, yet she competed with me at every turn.
Her clothes weren't as fine as mine, so she mocked me as a useless trophy wife.
Her skills couldn't match mine, so she whispered behind my back that I'd either been born lucky or slept my way to the top.
Worse still, she'd schemed her way into becoming Austin's secretary—and never missed a chance to poison him against me.