The Fake Heiress Ruined My Face, So My Billionaire Dynasty Ruined Her Life

While I was at home recovering from childbirth and resting on maternity leave, my former college roommate Jessica—a girl who had hated my guts since freshman year—suddenly announced her wedding in our college alumni SnapChat group.

She even went out of her way to tag me:

"I’m ready to bury the hatchet, Audrey! You simply must come to my wedding! If I’m in a good mood, I might even be able to get your broke husband a gig as a security guard."

I had no idea what kind of psychotic breakdown she was having this time, so I simply replied: "No thanks. We're good."