Delia's POV
The juice glass felt cold against my palm as those vivid memories crashed over me like a tidal wave.
The moment I saw that woman beside him in those photographs, everything crystallized with brutal clarity. If I wanted Tom back, I would have to wage war for him.
No, that wasn't quite right. I deserved him. That woman, Camilla, was occupying the space that rightfully belonged to me.
And I refused to let that continue.
Right there in that moment, I made myself a sacred vow. I would move heaven and earth to rip that homewrecker out of his life forever.
To take back what had always been mine.
Tom was mine. His fortune, his influence, his devotion - every piece of it should have been in my hands from day one.
Sleep became impossible after that revelation. My brain burned with a single obsession consuming every waking thought: How could I win him back?
Then, like divine inspiration, the perfect strategy began to form.
