At 2 a.m., Victoria caught her boyfriend of 7 years—shirtless—fondling her own older sister’s breasts. She’d housed her divorced sister and child, drunk to cover for her until her stomach bled, and lain alone in the ER with no one to sign. She didn’t cry—she called her childhood sweetheart: “Let’s marry.” He’s the sole heir to the city’s wealthiest family. She married, moved out, gathered evidence, called the police. And now she stands far beyond their reach.
