Chapter 4: The Fall of Eleanor Vale
Chapter 4: The Fall of Eleanor Vale
The police arrived before the cake was cut.
Someone had already called them.
Eleanor tried to walk out with dignity, but dignity does not survive handcuffs.
As officers escorted her through the same oak doors she had guarded like a throne, no one applauded.
No one defended her.
Even her richest friends stepped aside.
Harrison stood frozen, his wedding night destroyed by a truth he had never wanted to see.
“I didn’t know,” he said to me.
I believed him.
Not because he deserved forgiveness.
But because his face finally looked like mine had five years earlier.
Betrayed.
Lost.
Angry.
Sarah touched my arm.
“Don’t let her make you cruel,” she whispered.
That was Sarah.
Even after being humiliated in front of hundreds of people, she still protected the best parts of me.
I looked at Harrison.
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
May you like
He nodded, tears in his eyes.
For the first time in years, he looked like my brother again.
