Inside the glass-roofed conservatory, three-year-old Mireya began struggling to breathe as her grandmother Margaret rushed to help her.
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Chapter 7
Chase lost every Ravello role by morning.
Not because he shoved me.
That was almost irrelevant.
He participated in a scheme involving my daughter’s health.
He knew Edwin expected an episode.
He agreed to frame my mother as manipulative.
He stood beside his sister and called Mireya a pretender while she struggled.
That was enough.
No beating.
No revenge.
Access ended.
Meetings ended.
Contracts already in motion were reassigned.
He accused me of destroying his career over one mistake.
I looked at him.
“No.”
Then:
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“I’m removing responsibilities from a man who treated a three-year-old’s breathing as data.”
He had no answer.
