From Betrayal to Rise

Synopsis

The portfolio slipped from my fingers like autumn leaves, sketches and fabric samples scattering across the hardwood floor with a sound that seemed to echo through my entire world. There, in my living room—our living room—stood Quinn with his hand resting possessively on Haisley Lane's waist as she modeled my dress. My dress. The cocktail dress I'd spent three months perfecting, every bead placed with intention, every fold of silk cut to catch light like phoenix feathers rising from flame. The phoenix pattern I'd embroidered along the bodice seemed to mock me now, its wings spread across Haisley's curves as she turned slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric catch the afternoon light streaming through our windows. She