This had been her house. Her beautiful house. And Benedict had let other women live here?
He truly didn't care about her at all. No wonder he'd never said a single word after she died.
"Pruitt family heiress and her con-artist husband defraud investors, destroying multiple families."
"Pruitt heiress caught on camera assaulting impoverished college student."
The comment sections back then had been vile beyond description. Three days after those headlines broke, I saw the news of Cindy's death.
All she left me was this one necklace.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The black dress. It looked so much like the one Cindy had worn in those news clips.
I picked up the butterfly necklace and fastened it around my neck.
The stylist froze. "Ms. Summers, that's..."
"I know exactly what it is." I met my own eyes in the mirror. "I'm wearing this one."
The stylist opened her mouth, then closed it.
I gave her a small smile. "Relax. I know what I'm doing."
Tonight, plenty of people would see it.
Including Benedict.
Including Athena.
Athena, you gave me a ruined dress. I'll give you this necklace.
