The morning sun shone through the curtains, but Bridget didn’t notice. She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand, her eyes glued to the screen.
Every picture of Anabelle smiling at her new company made her stomach twist with anger. The woman she had once looked down on was now rising higher than anyone expected.
Bridget’s lips tightened. She opened her laptop and typed Anabelle’s name into the search bar.
Dozens of results appeared — company press releases, photos from corporate events, even small articles praising her leadership. Bridget read every word, her anger growing with each line.
“So,” she murmured bitterly, “she’s finally getting her moment.” Her reflection in the dark laptop screen looked hard, unfamiliar.
She leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping slowly ag
