Chapter 434

• Mary Clayton’s words hit me like a precision strike sharp, silent, and devastatingly accurate. She didn’t raise her voice, didn’t break her composure. And yet somehow, she’d cracked open something inside me that I had fought so hard to keep sealed.
• She was right. I had been obsessed.
• With outshining Cassandra. With proving I was better, smarter, more deserving. Every move I made, every decision, every sleepless night was fueled by that twisted, hungry need to be seen as more.