She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

“Vivienne, don’t make a scene.”

There it was.

The command.

The warning.

The assumption that I was the dangerous one because I had been wounded.

I turned my head toward him.

“I haven’t said anything.”

His jaw tightened.

That was true, and truth made him uncomfortable.

Celeste touched his sleeve.

Possessive.

Performative.

Pathetic.

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