The Gift That Sparked the Fire
The party was reaching its peak when a delivery man appeared with a giant golden basket wrapped in shimmering plastic. It sparkled under the sun like something out of a commercial — designer baby clothes, silver rattles, monogrammed blankets. The card read: With love, Sophia.
Sophia.
Mark’s ex-girlfriend.
The one Diane never stopped comparing me to.
“Oh look!” Diane called loudly, holding up the card. “From Sophia! Such taste — a real class act.”
The words hung in the air like smoke — poisonous and deliberate.
I didn’t respond. Because in my purse was an envelope I’d been waiting weeks to reveal. Inside was the truth — proof from a private investigator confirming what I’d long suspected. Diane hadn’t just been cruel. She’d been conspiring.
All I needed was the right moment to strike.
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