Three years of pouring out my heart, giving everything I had.
And what did I get in return? My family destroyed. My reputation in ruins. And thanks to Curtis's scheming, a mountain of penalty fees I'd never be able to climb out from under.
All that talk of love. All those promises of devotion.
From the very beginning, it had been nothing but a scheme to drain me to the bone.
I couldn't hold it together anymore.
I fled to the bathroom and sobbed, letting the running water drown out the sound.
When I finally looked up, Margot was standing right in front of me.
She was dressed head to toe in designer couture, and her eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
"Emma. You heard our little conversation just now, didn't you?"
"Heartbreaking, isn't it? So painful, and there's not a single thing you can do about it."
"Here's some friendly advice—just be a good girl and divorce Curtis."
"You've still got a bit of fame left. Do some trashy films, find yourself a sugar daddy. You might actually pay off those debts someday."
"But if you wait until your looks are gone and they throw you out on the street? Life's going to get a lot harder."
She knew exactly where to hit. She understood my pain.