Best Actress Wins The Divorce

Toby stared into his bourbon glass, his voice thick with a reverence I had rarely heard. "She’s worth it. Daphne is worth it."

His friend pressed him. "And what about Caitlin?"

Silence hung in the air for a long, agonizing moment before Toby’s voice returned, noticeably colder. "Caitlin already has the world at her feet. But Daphne… Daphne only has me."

I was standing just outside the door when I heard it.

There was a time, years ago, when I swore to myself that if the girl who had silently orchestrated my high school hell ever stepped foot into Hollywood, I would crush her.