Chapter 4

The room suddenly fell silent.

I climbed the steps, step by step.

Whispers broke out among the crowd.

"There's no way she's Preston's wife, looking that shabby. She's probably here to cause a scene," someone whispered.

"Who does this lunatic think she is? Has she looked at Gabrielle, then looked at herself? Does she think she belongs here?" another person scoffed.

I dug my nails into my palms, struggling to keep my voice from shaking as I demanded, "Preston, the 150 thousand you spent on those earrings for Gabrielle was that the same 150 thousand that could've saved my adoptive…