The memories of before all of the betrayal came flooding back to Maeve's mind, the long days hawking peanuts and sweets under the scorching sun, just so they could eat. The nights she'd gone hungry so Mirabelle could go to school.
Maeve had sacrificed everything, her youth, her dreams, her dignity, to raise her sister.
And later, she'd done the same for Fred. She'd built him up from nothing, stood by him through every scandal, every lie. While the world mocked and tore her apart, Fred's name had grown. He made millions off the chaos that destroyed her.
She had let him release that tape when he asked, she had endured the years of torment and being called a thief because he said so. That's how much she loved him.
If Fred had asked her to kill herself in the past, she knew she would have.
And in the end, what did she get? Betrayal, humiliation, and death.
