“Of course I used you,” she hissed. “You were easy. You wanted to feel important. You wanted a woman who made you feel like a king, and you were willing to throw your wife away to get it.”
The room erupted with whispers.
Rochelle lunged toward Simone, a flash of rage in red silk, but security caught her mid-step and dragged her out as she screamed.
Police were waiting outside.
Warrants. Multiple states. Fraud. Identity theft.
The glitter of the party turned into the glare of consequences.
Darnell’s knees hit the floor.
Right there. In front of everyone.
“Simone,” he choked. “Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know who you were.”
Simone looked down at him.
And what surprised her most was what she felt.
Not hatred.
Not triumph.
Just a quiet, exhausted pity.
“Now you do,” she said softly. “And it changes nothing.”
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