Silence Was Your Only Exit

Summary

Whenever I’m triggered, I lose the ability to lie. I don't just tell the truth; I weaponize it.

It’s a peculiar psychological glitch, made worse by the fact that I am—by all accounts—an aggressive socialite. I have this uncanny knack for peeling back layers. Whether it’s a board director or a hotel receptionist, give me three minutes of solitude with them, and I’ll extract three generations of family skeletons.

When I was six, my father brought me back to the Montgomery estate. My cousin, fueled by a child’s jealousy, pushed me into the deep end of the pool.