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

Tonight, she needed my words.

“Your son brought his mistress to my theater and allowed her to announce my replacement in front of my donors,” I said.

Her nostrils flared.

“Lower your voice.”

“I did.”

That was the worst part for her.

I was not angry enough to dismiss.

Across the room, Celeste laughed too loudly at something a venture capitalist said.

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