Chapter 8 - THE FALL FROM GRACE
The lawsuit crumbled before it even began. Richard filed for divorce, successfully protecting his family’s assets through the ironclad prenup I had ironically forced them to sign years ago. Valerie found herself living in a mid-tier extended-stay hotel in Queens. Her phone stopped ringing. The society friends who used to drink her expensive wine suddenly didn't have time for coffee. The business partners who had frozen in my dining room when she slapped me were now actively blocking her emails. She applied for editorial positions at rival publishing houses, but word of her violent outburst and staggering incompetence had spread through the tight-knit industry. No one wanted the princess who had tried to murder the queen.
