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The Reckoning
It has been 3 days since I was released from the hospital if it were for me, I would have walked out the second I got Cassidy's body back, but I need to play a part. That part right now is to look like a dutiful daughter trying to get better after a horrific accident. I need to stick to being Cassidy and not let anything slip, especially right now that Matthew is convinced that I am me.
News of the Johnson family Scandal is still wreaking havoc on my family. Our vineyards are closed, sales massively went down as people boycott our products. Day by day Garrett's plan is happening and leaks of a negotiation to sell with my family emerge. I just wait on the sidelines, waiting for the perfect timing to end his life. I want him to get everything he wants only to die a terrible death, a lonely one, he will die alone and unhappy, just as I did.
My thoughts were disturbed by the knock on the door. It must be one of the servants checking up on me, I thought to myself. "Come i
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