…straight through her, to the man standing nervously behind her with a crystal tumbler of Macallan. Mark. My ex-fianc\u00e9. The man she had slept with right before our wedding.<\/p>\n
“It’s a vintage Oscar de la Renta, Vanessa,” I said, my voice quiet but carrying perfectly through the sudden hush of the foyer. “But I wouldn’t expect you to recognize quiet wealth. You always preferred loud imitations.”<\/p>\n
Vanessa’s perfectly contoured face tightened, a flash of genuine anger breaking through her smug facade. Mark stepped forward, placing a possessive hand on the small of her back. “There’s no need to be bitter, Clara,” he said, using that patronizing tone I used to mistake for concern. “We invited you because we wanted to bury the hatchet. We\u2019re moving up in the world, and we hoped you could just be happy for us.”<\/p>\n
“Moving up,” I repeated, a slow smile spreading across my lips. I took a deliberate step forward, my heels clicking sharply against the Calacatta marble. “You mean by signing a rent-to-own lease on a property that\u2019s ten times out of your combined income brackets? Or did you think I wouldn’t notice you leveraged your entire startup fund just for the deposit?”<\/p>\n
Vanessa scoffed, tossing her hair. “We bought this house, Clara. It’s ours. Stop acting like you know anything about real estate.”<\/p>\n
“I know quite a bit about this real estate,” I replied, tracing a finger along the banister. “For instance, I know the imported wood on this railing needs to be oiled quarterly. I know the chandelier above us has exactly 412 hand-cut crystals. And I know that the lease agreement clearly states that any missed secondary deposit results in an immediate breach of contract.”<\/p>\n
Mark frowned, his eyes darting toward Vanessa. “What is she talking about?”<\/p>\n
I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I reached into my clutch and pulled out a sleek, black business card with a familiar embossed gold logo\u2014Aura Development Group. I flicked it casually onto the silver tray held by a passing waiter.<\/p>\n
“I’m the CEO of Aura Development, Vanessa. And as of 5:00 PM today, when your wire transfer bounced due to insufficient funds, you officially breached your contract.”<\/p>\n
The silence in the room was absolute. The clinking of glasses stopped. The string quartet in the corner faltered to a halt.<\/p>\n
“You’re… you’re lying,” Vanessa stammered, the color draining from her face. “Aura Development is owned by a silent conglomerate!”<\/p>\n
“A silent conglomerate that I built from the ground up,” I corrected smoothly. “You really should have read the fine print on the paperwork before you threw a party to show off a house you don’t actually own.”<\/p>\n
Just then, the heavy oak front doors swung open. A couple who had stepped out for a cigarette rushed back in, clutching a bright yellow piece of paper.<\/p>\n
NOTICE TO VACATE
\nProperty of Aura Development Group<\/p>\n
“Vanessa,” the woman said, her voice piercing the dead silence. “There’s a… an eviction notice taped to the front gates. And the side gates. And the garage.”<\/p>\n
Mark snatched the paper from the woman\u2019s hand. I watched his eyes scan the text, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. The holding company listed on the eviction notice was the exact same one embossed on the card resting on the waiter’s tray. He looked up at me, his face pale, his jaw slack.<\/p>\n
“You have forty-eight hours to vacate,” I said, my voice devoid of the anger that had kept me awake for the past year. “Take the fake royalty act somewhere else. Oh, and Vanessa?”<\/p>\n
She looked at me, her eyes wide with a panicked, humiliating realization as the whispers of her “friends” began to echo through the foyer.<\/p>\n
“Leave the keys on the kitchen island. I designed the marble to be scratch-resistant, but I wouldn’t want you to ruin it on your way out.”<\/p>\n
I turned on my heel, the silk of my “only good dress” swishing elegantly around my legs, and walked out the front doors. I left my cheating ex and my treacherous best friend standing frozen in the spectacular ruins of their own making.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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