Maria's POV
How does she do it?
I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching Isabella shake hands with the investors like she hadn't just been standing in the middle of a disaster I created. Three minutes ago, she was surrounded by broken glass and shattered equipment. Now she was smiling, accepting congratulations, looking like the perfect corporate wife.
I hate her. I hate her so much I can barely breathe.
Every single time I tried to bring her down, she found a way to turn it around. The presentation disaster? She convinced the investors to tour the facility. The sabotaged samples? She pulled backup equipment out of nowhere and impressed everyone with her "expertise."
It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.
I was supposed to be the one standing there. Instead, I was pushed to the sid
