At my son’s wedding, I stood frozen as my wife was shoved into the mud. Before I could react, my daughter-in-law laughed and said, “Don’t pretend this is about anything but stealing attention.”

came the invitation to the Annual Family Gala in Madrid. That was the night she intended to unveil her grand project—the moment she believed would cement her status.

I dressed in my tuxedo and checked the folded document Mercer had prepared.

“Are you ready?” I asked Elena.

She looked uneasy, gripping her purse tightly. “I just want tonight to end.”

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