Chapter 2

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Last time, Tiffany clawed her way into the Garretts' lives, becoming Tiffany Garrett.

She thought she was walking into a fairytale.

Especially with Chad Garrett as her 'big brother.'

A rich guy and his adopted sister? It was practically a romance novel trope. Living under the same roof, sparks were bound to fly.

But Tiffany never saw it coming. Chad didn't treat her like a princess, he loathed her.

"I can't stand gold diggers. Don't think I don't see right through you. You only want our money!"

At home, Chad made Tiffany's life hell.

At school, he and his pack of goons bullied her mercilessly.

And her adopted parents? They barely lifted a finger.

They didn't give a damn about Tiffany. They only took her in because some fortune teller told Mr. Garrett that adopting a daughter would bring him good luck.

Obviously, they were always going to side with their real son.

While Chad was torturing Tiffany, he was being all sweet and charming with me, the nobody who got stuck with the Millers.

He saw me struggling, getting scholarships, working my butt off in school and helping my mom clean at night, never complaining.

"That Violet Miller... there's something about her."

Just like in a movie, the spoiled rich kid fell for the scrappy poor girl.

Later, when the Garrett parents died, Chad brought in a team of lawyers and left Tiffany with absolutely nothing. She didn’t get a dime.

A few months later, Chad and I got married.

He even said in front of everyone, "Violet, what's mine is yours."

Too bad I didn't get to enjoy any of it.

Because a few days later, Tiffany, driven insane by jealousy, ran me over with her car.

Now, here we are, reliving that day.

Tiffany thinks she's finally going to live the good life. A loving family, and then some rich guy will come along to shower her with love. She’ll have a fairytale wedding.

She actually smiled at me, all smug.

"This time, I'm going to be the main character."

"And you can finally see what it’s like to be in my shoes."