The Whore Who Killed My Mom Is Marrying My Husband Today

They humiliated me at my mother's award gala. They drugged her hospital. They watched her die.My husband Adrian — the boy my mother saved from the streets when he was ten — handed her killer the knife. His mistress Margot bought every cop, every doctor, every judge in Manhattan. The evidence vanished. The witness "suicided." My mother's body was "accidentally" cremated.The law couldn't touch them.So I dressed up. Smiled pretty. Walked into their wedding live-streamed to millions.And I made sure their first kiss as husband and wife tasted like paraquat.I'll burn for this.I don't care.