Chapter 22 - Watching high society allies abandon the convicted blonde socialite as she sits broke and isolated inside a federal correctional facility today late tonight right now.
In a federal correctional facility in Illinois, Amber sat at a stainless steel table wearing a drab orange jumpsuit.
She reviewed her visitor log, finding zero names registered to visit her during her three-year mandatory prison sentence.
Her former high-society friends had scrubbed her from their social media pages, pretending they had never known her name.
"Your legal fees depleted your trust fund; your family has officially stopped accepting your calls," the prison caseworker informed her.
Amber dropped her head onto her arms, sobbing uncontrollably as the cold reality of her absolute isolation sank in.
The arrogance that had led her to push a pregnant woman down marble stairs had cost her everything she valued.
She was left with nothing except regret, memories of lost luxury, and three long years behind iron bars.
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Justice had stripped away her false pretense, leaving her to face the full consequences of her cruel choices.
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