A wealthy heiress discovers that the people closest to her have made room in their lives for another woman—but not for her. Cast aside and forced to beg, she decides she is done pleading and sets out to reclaim what is rightfully hers.
She doesn't want you there. She cried for days. She threatened to jump. Just wait a little Cece. Let me work on her. To soften it, he brought our mother to see me. Cecily, look how grown you are. I failed you. Like Julianne, she held me. Her voice went hoarse Wait a little longer. I'll bring Vivi around. I swear I will. I put my arms around
carefully. Okay, I'll wait. She stroked my hair, relieved, and took a bank card out of her pocket. Spend whatever you need. You can't come home yet, but you'll have everything Vivi I tried to give it back. She pushed it into my pocket. No argument. I've been out too long. Vivi will start wondering.
I'll come again next time. We'll have dinner together, all right? Okay. Thank you. I waited three years. Every time I brought up coming home, Julian would sigh. Let's talk about it in a few days.
At first, he was gentle about it. Latter, once he understood I had no teeth, that I'd never scream and thrash the way Vivienne did, he stopped bothering.
You're not lacking anything. Why does it have to be right now? Do you know what it cost me just to come out here? Vivienne almost found out last time.
I couldn't make it make sense. Why do I need her permission to enter my own house?