Madilyn’s POV

I had been on edge since Zara strutted back into our lives because she’s some lucky heiress. I saw how everyone in the company had started to look at me like I was a champion, slowly being written off. I heard the whispers as I took the elevator every morning, and some days, when I couldn’t deal with them, I had to take the exhausting stairs.

My mother, Evelyn, could only try to comfort me, but I knew nothing would really change until Zara was out of our lives again. I had ...