Chapter 12
Inside a maximum-security federal prison in upstate New York, Victoria sat in a stark, windowless cell. Her designer clothes were a distant memory, replaced by the coarse, uncomfortable fabric of a standard inmate uniform.
The heavy steel door slammed shut every morning with a mechanical finality that echoed through her nightmares. She spent her days working in the prison laundry room, her hands calloused and sore from physical labor.
The other inmates paid her no special attention, stripping away the artificial arrogance she had worn like armor. Whenever she closed her eyes at night, she replayed that fateful moment when she mocked the woman in the burgundy uniform.
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She had thought she was untouchable because of her family name and superficial wealth, but she was entirely fragile. The realization that she was the architect of her own total destruction haunted every single waking hour.
There were no appeals left, no wealthy friends coming to rescue her, and no escape from the consequences.
