Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Ten years into my classified CIA career, my high school group chat exploded-everyone was frantically tagging me.[] "Victoria, are you SERIOUS? Skipping Lillian's wedding?!"] I scrolled up. Lillian Prescott-the golden girl, cheer captain, untouchable goddess of our class-was getting married today. Every single classmate was there.[] "Sorry guys, couldn't get the day off," I typed, plain and simple.[] That one line unleashed hell.[] "What kind of loser job won't give you ONE day off?"[] "Bet she's flipping burgers somewhere and too embarrassed to admit it."[] Lillian @ me directly: "Didn't I call it back then? That I'd crush you in the future! Guess I was right."] I typed back, flat: "Nope. Don't remember."]] That just made everyone pile on harder:[] "Well FYI, Lillian just bagged Washington's richest guy! She's literally a billionaire's wife now!"]] "Girl probably can't even afford a wedding gift. Should we Venmo her some pity money?"] Amid all the verbal assault, Lillian tagged me again, playing the fake-sweet card.[] "Since we were classmates, I'll be generous-how about I line up a nanny job for you?"] Then she posted her wedding photo. One look at her husband's picture-and I froze.[] The groom was Harrison Ellsworth-the same man who'd been on his knees three years ago, begging me to marry him.] "Alright then. I'll come-wouldn't miss witnessing your 'perfect happiness'."] Me-the real wife-attending my husband's wedding to his mistress. Now that's interesting![] Right after replying to Lillian, Harrison's message popped up:[] "Baby, don't overwork yourself. Can't wait to see you when your vacation hits."[] "I miss you so much~"]] 12 My CIA work-ten years of writing the President's Daily Brief-kept me isolated from the world. Even married, Harrison and I barely saw each other. His constant "I miss you" texts had me completely fooled.[] Chapter 1 God, what an idiot I was.[] I actually believed he loved me. What a joke.] I requested emergency leave and drove my government-issued SUV straight to Lillian's small-town wedding. From blocks away, I could see a massive banner hung across her family's house: [] "WELCOME ELLSWORTH ENTERPRISES CEO HARRISON ELLSWORTH!"]] Lillian stood beneath it in designer white, soaking up worship from our classmates.[] "Girl, you've been HIDING this! Washington's biggest billionaire?"] "Harrison's not just wealthy-he's untouchable. Nobody dares cross him. How did you land someone that powerful?"[] Even our old teacher Philip Radcliffe was kissing ass: "Lillian, I always knew you were destined for greatness. That's why I never cared about your grades-you were born for luxury!"[] Lillian basked in their worship, practically glowing with smugness.[] What a sick joke. Harrison would've been crushed by his competitors years ago without our marriage protecting him.[] I'M the reason he's still playing "richest man" now. Never imagined this would be Lillian's crown to flaunt. When they spotted me, the brown-nosing stopped cold.] "Victoria, THIS is what ten years gets you? Some cheap piece of junk?" They cackled until someone noticed my plates.[] "Wait, is that a government-issued SUV? That's not something money can touch-that's straight from the President."] "Has to be fake. No way she rates those."]] "What a pathetic wannabe bitch!"[] I stayed calm: "The car is real. And the plates? White House issue." Lillian suddenly charged over and slapped me hard. "Of course they're real-that's MY HUSBAND'S CAR! I knew that bastard was cheating! You disgusting homewrecker, how DARE you show up at MY wedding in My husband's car!"[] I Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!