She Began in Their Shadows, Ended in Fire

A decade ago, I took the fall for the man I loved. We hit someone on the highway. Damian was behind the wheel—but I was the one who confessed.

“I’ll lose everything if this comes out. You’re my wife, Cassandra. Just take the blame. I’ll get you out, I swear on our son’s name.”

And like a fool, I believed him. I confessed. I was sentenced. He promised it would only be a month. Ten years later, I finally walked out. Fifty-six, broken, forgotten.

On the day of his company’s grand opening, he smiled and handed me a sleek envelope.

Inside? A two-dollar bill.