SUSAN HUSHTON 

The caption from the old news I’d dug up had me astonished. How had I not realized it the first time he’d come into our home and introduced himself?

The last name should have been a total giveaway. God, we had fallen into a trap. A huge, destructive trap that was now ruining our lives in every way possible. 

“Billy!” 

No answer.

He was probably drunk again. Ever since we lost the company and our finances, Billy decided to seek solace in every and any bottle with alcoholic content. 

It was hard for me to keep sane because my reputation at the female elite society was in shambles....