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Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the tenth anniversary of Ellie's Sweet Sensations, my beloved bakery. But amidst the flash of cameras and Dan's charming politician's smile, a cold knot tightened in my stomach. The perfect facade cracked; my husband was having an a**air. The betrayal was bad enough, but then she popped up - Maddie Bell, young, blonde, influencer - flaunting my husband online. Vacation photos, the same necklace from Jolie's, and always always right next to my husband. Then I caught wind of THEIR baby. The next morning, I sat across from Bren at a small table in the back of the empty bakery, the scent of yesterday's celebration now a mockery. "He's having an a**air, Bren." Her face, usually so quick with a joke, hardened. "That b**tard." "He has another family. Or at least, another woman he tells 'I love you' to." I laid out my plan, my voice flat, devoid of the storm raging inside me. "I'm going to disappear. Stage my death." Bren's coffee cup clattered against the saucer. "Ellie, are you insane?" "Maybe," I admitted. "But I can't just walk away. He has to pay. He has to live with it." I told her about "New Life Solutions," an agency I'd found in the deepest corners of the internet. They specialized in fresh starts. Untraceable. "I have money, Bren. Enough. My grandmother's inheritance. I want it to be convincing. An accident." Bren stared at me, her expression shifting from shock to a dawning, horrified understanding. "What kind of accident, Ellie?" "The kind he causes," I said, the words tasting like ash. "I want a mannequin, lifelike, in a car. I want him to hit it. I want him to think he killed me." Bren just looked at me, speechless for once. My resolve was steel. This wasn't just escape. This was revenge. ===== Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, the tenth anniversary of Ellie's Sweet Sensations, my beloved bakery. But amidst the flash of cameras and Dan's charming politician's smile, a cold knot tighten
