His Betrayal, Her Unstoppable Rise

I was gone for two years. When I returned, my world had moved on without me. It felt more like a funeral than a welcome-home party, with my fiancé, Liam, walking in with another woman, Ava, on his arm. She was a cheap copy of me, and everyone, including my own brother, Mark, seemed to adore her.

I pretended to ignore them for ten minutes, then confronted Ava. "Tell me, did you run out of your own face, so you decided to borrow mine?" She then staged a fall, splashing wine on a senator, and screamed, "Elara, why would you push me?"