"You're wrong, Hazel. You're the interloper," Ivy's voice turned venomous. "You always have been."
My grip tightened on the phone. "What are you talking about?"
"Did you really think Alistair ever loved you?" She laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. "The unloved one is always the interloper. That's you, not me."
I struggled to keep my breathing even. "Put Alistair on the phone. Now."
"No. I don't think I will." Her voice dripped with malice. "You know what your problem is, Hazel? You never understood your place. You were always trying to steal what belonged to me."
"That's rich coming from you." I couldn't stop the bitter laugh that escaped my lips. "You took my wedding dress, my fiancé—"
"They were never yours to begin with!" Ivy's voice rose. "Alistair was always meant to be with me. You were just keeping him warm until I needed him."
My hand trembled with anger. "Is that what you tell yourself at night? That you didn't destroy my life just because you could?"
